"Please, Danny, don't!" I tried not to cry. I tried really hard. But when the other line of the phone went dead, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. My chest felt like it was in a vise, each static buzz in my ear turning the wench tighter. I needed air. The rain had let up to a drizzle by the time I pushed back through the door of the small convenient...
I have had a hard day at work, and on my way home decide to treat myself by stopping off for a quick drink at a very pleasant little wine bar. I walk into the dimly lit place, buy a glass of white wine at the bar and sit down at a small table right up against the wall, and out of sight of most of the rest of the bar area. I sit, staring into space blessedly...
My name is Mandy, I am a sporty girl of 23 years old, and I am 1.79 meters and weigh 63 kilos. I have a small b-cup and I know what I like in bed, I've however never done it with a woman but tonight that was about to change. Completely ready for an evening at the gym I rang the doorbell of my friend Kathy. But when the door was opened the hopes of an evenin...
"You going to Johnny's after work?" Tia looked up and saw her coworker leaning against the door of her office. Regan was wearing that tight white sweater with the black pants. She had her hair in a French braid and Tia would bet a million dollars that she didn't know how sexy she actually looked at that exact moment. Regan was flicking the tip of her tongue...
This story was inspired, and contributed to, by a very special and wonderful woman. She of the red hair and green eyes. Without her, this story would not have been born. To her go my gratitude. And my love. Enjoy. Closing my office door, I sat in my desk chair, reached for the phone and dialled our number. After 3 rings I hung up, waited a few seconds, the...
"I'm not a cop," Magita giggled. "Why do you keep saying that?" Jill looked deeply into her eyes. "We need to talk." The last thing Magita wanted to do was talk. She had just let herself be fucked by the bar manager, which was bad enough for the undercover detective, but she had also just found out the whole thing had been video-taped. She had no doubt J...
Amy hated technical rehearsals. They were slow and they were tedious. Every five minutes the director would yell "STOP!" and everything would grind to a halt while Harry or Harold or whatever the slimy little idiot who operated the lights' name was scampered up a ladder and yanked one of the lights three millimetres to the left. Tonight was no different. Am...
Lusting for an older woman. * Author's Note I'm back in the slow-building romance mood again with a tale of two lovely women finding second chances in the middle of life. No college coeds or spankings here, just a sappy MILF love story with some first-time jitters. Enjoy!-Wax Philosophic * The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any res...
Your comments and feedback are always welcomed. * It was lovely spring day and I was just sitting on the porch sipping tea, thinking, and realizing I was about to turn fifty and felt very much alone. My husband died five years ago and I guess I never really got over it. We moved to this small Southern town from up North on a job transfer with hopes to reti...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past, shortly after the events in Shari Holds a Torch. This is my entry for the 2017 Winter Holiday Contest. If you enjoyed it, please remember to vote--also, please check out my other stories featuring these two characters. As always, if butch femme pairings and large age differences are not your thing,...