Chapter Five: "What Happens Next" On Monday, Tia changes Caroline's status to "Home Schooled" and so she does not have to go back to the school. And if she is stopped by the police again, she just have to show the record and she won't have any problems. Eva has to attend the special program through the next week, Tia protects her. And then changes here s...
I went by a bar in town for a pint before dinner tonight. It's not too quiet, has a nice mix of gays and straights, and rotates good taps of local beers. I was sitting at the rail chatting up Rita the bartender, when she looked past me and pointed with a nod of her head and a smile. I looked over my shoulder to see a couple coming in toward the bar. The swag...
"You're going like that?" I ask when I see Lisa getting up from the vanity table, looking like she's just ready to sit down at it. My pretty femme, all pared down, no glossy lips like wet cherries, none of those messy, artfully tousled curls that make me think of her during sex, riding me and raking her hands through them over and over. No brilliance to her...
Between work and school it had been just another week that seemed endless. This weekend would be different though. I had a full four days off for the Fourth of July. Most 23 year old women would have their bags packed and headed off to some sunny strip of beach somewhere along the Gulf Coast. I, on the other hand, am not most women, my husband had planned on...
A swim. I was really looking forward to a swim. The day was hot and sultry with no sign of a breeze, and the next cool change seemed to be days off. It had been a hot, steamy Sydney summer, the past month been made hotter and steamier for me because it had been the month of the gay and lesbian Mardi Gras. In March each year, the city throbs to a queer beat,...
Angelika is a beautiful German girl I met a few months ago while visiting Veronica and George, some American friends who live in a small town just south of Dallas in the Lone Star State. As I boarded the plane in Adelaide for a few weeks holiday in the United States, I had no inkling what was in store and what transpired was certainly not planned, stage man...
The final chords faded away as the voices of the intimate crowd grew louder and more dispersed. Jason and his crew packed up his amps and guitars while taking the remaining swigs of warm beer. As I stood up to slip into my winter coat, I caught Caryn's eyes across the room. She acknowledged me with a nod, ready for me to approach her with the usual gossip an...
It has been a very stressful couple of weeks, working nonstop to make up for the time lost during the quarantine. The world is slowly starting to come out of it gradually relaxing the restriction in order to allow things to get back to normal, whichever new normal that would be. Here I was in my tiny office typing away at my keyboard, my eyes glued to the sc...
The name is Kelly Brownstone. I'm a six-foot-one, deliciously curvy, big-bottomed and dark-skinned young black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm co-owner and CEO of Brownstone & Kendrick LLC, a Real Estate company. We've got locations in the towns of Brockton, Bridgewater and Randolph, along with eighteen agents. Business wise, we're d...
It is only behind a locked door that I submit to myself as I am. Only beneath the shimmer of bath bubbles, piled high, do I give myself permission to indulge in my fantasies and to remember what it is to be a woman, sensual and alive. For, if I admitted to the yearnings of my body, much less my soul, he would turn from me in disgust and call me a whore. He...