My cell phone blazed all night and I ended up turning off after an hour of calls from Alisa. I didn't want to talk to her. I didn't want to hear her soft voice. I didn't want to think of the nights I'd slept in her arms or the exquisite heights to which she'd taken me. I just wanted to turn everything off and crawl into a dark hole. Of course, it was a stupi...
P1-First Girl When our lips touched, it was pure sugar. I had only ever kissed men - hungry men with hard lips. Kathryn's lips were soft. Supple. Suckable. Her tongue darted into my mouth, delighting me with its pliant, and then rigid, explorations. It was so new, such a different sensation, to be kissed by a girl. I felt almost like I was drinking rich and...
As you arrive at Ms. Dane's house you wonder why she asked you to wear your cheerleading outfit but figure since she seemed to enjoy it the other day that is why. You ring the doorbell and as the door opens you see Ms. Dane standing there wearing a very short silky robe. As she moves you also catch a glimpse of her lingerie underneath and the little bit of l...
I'd like to extend a big thank you to my editor, GentWithHandcuffs. * I grew up in New Orleans, bathed in its hedonistic atmosphere. There is a permissive attitude that allows for eccentricity. I always felt free to be my natural self and was utterly without guile. My brother lived in the French Quarter. I would visit on Saturdays to bum around so I saw a...
The large house was silent except for the sound of Jennifer and Nicole's footsteps on the tile floor. Everywhere they looked, elegant Christmas decorations adorned the walls. They turned into a lavish living room and saw a single occupant—a fellow teacher named Cheryl—sitting next to an eight foot Christmas tree. "Oh, hi Cheryl," Jennifer said. "Have you se...
"Eeeeeee!" screamed Holly, pointing back at a team of cheerleaders and members of the college glee club, all with dead gazing blue eyes and a clueless slow group gate forming a forward march down the main quad of the St. Jude University for Young Women. "I have an outfit just like hers!" Holly's pointing finger reached far out the second floor window of th...
This is just a stand alone short story. No additional chapters will follow. ***** It has been a while since I updated my blogs and I have to say that quite a bit has happened since I last had a chance to get everything caught up. The most important event was the three weeks that I spent in Thailand for the Songkran holiday. Of course any trip involving an...
I sat on the couch staring into the fire and feeling very content. A light snow was falling outside, making the small house feel even cozier. The only light in the room came from the flickering flames. It was a perfectly comfortable evening, one that I wished could last forever. And at this moment, in my mind, I knew it would. A shadow passed in front of me...
Sometimes when I’m writing, I try to write with purpose. I try to write a story with a compelling theme or message, with a well-thought-out and interesting plot that will stick with you and make you feel something that makes it transcend normal wank material to become something more. Other times, I hornily mash my keyboard for a few hours until I’ve got a b...
A lesbian couple's new life may be threatened by the return of one woman's ex-husband. This is a sequel to the "The New Softballers" series. It's my first story with entirely new characters, although I might have a couple of characters from patricia51's "To Serve and Protect" series make cameo appearances. As with all my stories, these are plot-driven to th...