Welcome to our entry designed for the over fifty crowd. We of retirement age have conformed long enough to society's rules. We had to make our income and feed our families. Now it's time to live and stop merely existing. I am not implying that this is your only window to your imagination. But if you are not inclined to be artistic, then the body/mind combin...
My name is Sarah Jamieson. As you can remember I am eighteen years old and a very late bloomer; so much so I was a tomboy up until this day; the one that started out so very strangely. As I walked away from the gym I could not get my head around the fact that my first sexual experience was with a girl in the school. I knew that fact alone should make me wor...
I make costumes and I was on my way to outfit an office of accountants for a Renaissance Faire excursion. I had my friend Niki, a 28 year old petite blonde, with me--she was doing hats and flower garlands. We were all wearing costumes to get the accountants into the spirit of things. Niki had on a long skirt hiked up on the sides, tall leather boots and a...
In the weeks following Jennifer's move, there were periods of adjustment to compensate for changes in schedules, therapy appointments, school and work. The days were the worst for me. Jennifer and Mom would be at work, and I'd start dinner about four so it would be ready when they got home. A quick meal and Jennifer and I would have to leave for school. Whe...
Note: This story contains brief flashbacks, the start and end of which are indicated by a " ~~~~~~~~~~~~ " This is part 2 of the story. And picks up exactly where part 1 left off. If you haven't done so already, read pt.1 Her rhythm is poor to start with; perhaps it's the nerves again, perhaps it's the conflicting desire to both punish and make love to...
And now I bring you the conclusion of Lena and Daphne. This was a struggle to write for a few reasons. I love Lena, she snarky and fun, she will be missed. I also wanted to give the story the ending Lena deserves. There were a couple of options for how to go about this and I picked the one that Lena told me to. I'm certain it will not please a few readers,...
I was working as a cashier in one of the major banks in the city, not very glamorous or exciting but it pays the bills. My friends tell me I should be a model because I am tall and slim with natural good looks, but I am happy as I am. I live in a village on the outskirts of the city, with my 2 dogs and my aging mother who I look after. I love the countryside...
Joan looked up at the clock. It seemed to have stopped at 3:28, but that was probably just her imagination. Her watch also said 3:28. Mind you, she'd been pretty sure for a while that her watch had stopped too. Maybe both of them had stopped. Time seemed to have been doing funny things to Joan all day. At some points, it had been going by unpleasantly quick...
"8 o'clock shoot I am so late" Kitty said as she sprung out of bed in a hurry. She ran to the bathroom and washed some of the sleep out of her eyes. She looked in the mirror and sighed at what she looked at. Her beautiful shoulder length brown hair was in tangles, her soft brown eyes red with the lack of sleep she has been having. she winced in the mirror, "...
Author's Note: All characters are at least 18 years of age, so there. CHAPTER 2: The Long Dark Bus Ride of the Soul In the back seat of a school bus headed from one of the city's Catholic high schools to the other, Megan Orr was starting to get seriously hot and bothered. She'd just gone over every detail of what had been the hottest sexual experience she'...