In a way, I suppose you could say that it all began when I first met my friend Amy. To be honest though, there were signs even before that. A few times when I'd been hanging out with a cute girl, or when I'd been watching television, I'd find myself paying attention to the sway of their hips or the warmth of their smile. It must have started when I was a tee...
Author's Note: I could not write a story set in my country, New Zealand, without using words from the Maori language, especially as one of my main characters is Maori. I have included a glossary of the words used is at the end of Chapter 3 for those readers who are interested. And no, 'bach' is not a mistake. It is a word New Zealanders use for a holiday hom...
She closed the dressing room door in a rather decisive manner and walked to me as I lent back against the dressing table. She took the glass from my hand and very deliberately placed it on the dresser. "Should I lock the door, Faye." "if that were possible, probably yes. But nobody has seen the key since Honor Blackman played here. Apparently the director...
Stephanie was the last person I expected to see. I was actually glad to see her though. Her sudden flight from my room had left me with unanswered questions. Then too there were things I wanted to say. But all I could think of at the moment was "Come on in." "You sure Squeeks?" "Yeah, come in." I replied. "I was hoping to get to talk..." "Me too." Steph...
Dear James, Well, it has been a while, hasn't it? Five years and a bit I would say. Here I am, finally writing to you after all this time. What is this letter? Why don't we call it an erotic confession, and an invitation. Yes, you heard me. Straight up - that's what it is. Let's start with the confession part. I guess, to start, my state of mind. Beca...
Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). This is the fifth...
Perhaps it is superfluous to explain that this is happening before teenagers could learn on internet more about sex than their grandparents ever knew, say, in the last half of the 1980s. * Back in their room, Kathy and Jane make an effort to continue their reading, but after they each have glanced up from her book up at the other a couple of times, Jane g...
Having recounted my first lesbian experience in 'Moving Finger,' 'More Fingers' and 'Fingers and Tongues,' I am remembering later encounters. For, after some interludes, with men and women, in the 1980s, I became in the 1990s, a lesbianyphomaniac, dedicated to woman-sex. And I discovered the ideal cunting-grounds: package holiday hotels in Spain and the Cana...
Intro: I am very happy to welcome my new editor, Paula, as my coauthor. Not only will she be editing the stories, but also she will be adding to them. You will find more detail in certain scenes that makes them a bit spicier than my attempts. Chapter 04: The Automobile Dealership Paula and Heather purchase a sex slave from a modern day slave market. "Pau...
Rachel: After her night in the box I always fantasized about being "That Girl", the one all the girls whispered about, whispering to each about what a slut she is, how all the boys say she's easy, how slutty she dresses. I wanted to be her. I just could never do it. Oh sure, I've had sex. Plenty of sex, but only with my boyfriend. That is until that party...