Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by characters in this story are not necessarily those of the author. A...
Veronica's car had come to a stop, and she couldn't get it to start again. She sat, frustrated and upset, inside her BMW on the side of a deserted country road, miles from any town. The skies were growing darker by the minute as storm clouds rolled in from the west, and the setting sun cast an eerie light on the horizon. "At least I'm near a house," she thou...
Note 1: This is a work of fiction and the characters depicted herein are purely figments of my own imagination; any resemblance to any other persons, real or fictional, is entirely coincidental and unintended. And, on the advice of a good friend, this work is copyrighted. To me. I own this, so don't steal it. Note 2: This story contains graphic descriptions...
My name is Eloise Jenkins and I'm a young woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm around five-foot-ten, kind of plump, with red hair, green eyes and alabaster skin. I'm an Irish-American lesbian and I'm also a BDSM fanatic. By nature, I am submissive. My Mistress Kendra Jones taught me all I know. She's a six-foot-three, curvy and big-bottom...
The music crashed to a halt before a word could escape my lips, which was deeply frustrating because I actually knew the answer to that one. "Sorry, Victoria," Charlie announced, his too handsome visage brightened with a lecherous grin. "Time's up, but you have answered five questions correctly." The live studio audience clapped, their applause quickly givi...
Come March Break, we were the only two in our class that wanted to go to Florida. Others thought it too loud, others went home to their families, and the rest of the woosies stayed home. We flew to Daytona for a week of fun and frolic. We had joked about the men we would bed but I had taken it serious enough to begin taking the pill. Heather, I knew, was alr...
Of course, all characters are of age of consent etc, etc. Special thanks to my friend and edit support literot for the constant pressure to tell my story. ***** From Zoey's eyes. My name is Zoey and I want to share my story with you. About me? Well I think I'm fairly average: slim, 5' 5", smallish boobs (perky C's), fairly fit and athletic. That's abou...
(Dedicated to my kind and stern editor who measures my words into strict order and then interprets my meaning so skillfully.) * * * * * Paris, the summer of 1929, 'the last summer' we called it later, remembering the October Crash; it was the end of an era but I also remember it as the summer of my awakening. It seems like yesterday. A heat wave had swept...
DISCLAIMERS: This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction. WARNING: If lesbian sex, nonconsensual, restraint, a...
FRIDAY NIGHT FUN Dawn and Maria shared one he the four bedrooms. Gwen and Marilyn, Michelle and Matt and Nicole and Brad paired up in the other three. DAWN AND MARIA Dawn first met Maria at the LA woman's club, Loving Angles the same night that her roommates Michelle and Nicole had met Matt and Brad dressed as transvestites named Marty (Matt) and Brandy...