She was a looker all right--fine coat, double breasted button-down pink blouse with black trim and with a knee length skirt that hugged her bottom-- and it was a bottom that deserved to be caressed. Long dark hair, fair skin, green eyes emphasized with perfect make up and lipstick the color of an oriental ruby. She was tall and firm on five inch heels and he...
My unreserved thanks to Ella for her small additions that enlivened my drab text, and to Kayla for letting me use some of her words. Kayla is a very gifted writer, and I am trying to convince her to publish in her own right. I hope she does soon. +++++ Claire dressed in a daze, just pulling on her outerwear and stuffing her bra and panties into her gym ba...
A yellow rose! Lydia couldn't believe her eyes. Such a lovely flower...the nobles of Faireval would pay a pretty silver for such an adornment. With delicate hands, the young woman pulled the rose's stem from the earth, adding the flower to the growing collection in her wicker basket before continuing through the Faire Forest. The woods had many pointed bran...
A couple notes from the author: Category choice was/is debatable. There are strong supernatural and horror elements and it skews plot and exposition vice sex, but it's erotica about lesbian desire at its core. None of the literary references or historical factoids that litter this story are necessary to the plot, like who Ayn Rand and Edmund Dantes are. If...
"No, honey... No." Refused Brenda, as her husband Mark shouted his pleas from the kitchen. "Babe, please. I know tonight's our date night. I know we had plans. But it's David... He needs a guy's night." The fit, half-handsome man's begging didn't come from a need to drink, or a desire to cheer at some playoff game, but instead, in his desire to support a f...
(This is the first in a series of stories I've been planning. No drama, no massive emotional upheaval, just the fun of a couple of uninhibited coed college roommates in the middle 1960's. Not actually based on any real persons. Well, maybe a little. Okay, maybe I did once know a couple of girls kinda like Kim and Pam and maybe they... Kim, what are you doing...
Name: Rebeca 2671 Status: born slave Designation: domestic Height: 158cm Hair: brown Eyes: grey Age of submission: yes Markings *recommended* Tattoos: no Brands: no Skills- Reading: yes Writing: yes Math: basic Other skills (use separate page if needed): no Owner: Oak Park Corporation That's me. I think I'm about fifty years old. I'm one of La...
Ann had known Kari for half-dozen years. They met when their daughters started attending the two-year-old Sunday School class. Now, six years later, Ann and Kari taught the Third Grade Girl’s Sunday School class together. Although Ann was ten years older than Kari, Ann and Kari had become good if not close friends over the years. The previous fall, when An...
Winter was lingering here on the mount, we'd had rain two days earlier and a freak thaw and this morning, the air reeked of snow. I lay in my bed in my little shack, the smell of breakfast coming through the walls on the smoke from the house. For a moment, I simply wanted to go back to sleep, but I had work to do today, traps to check and trails to walk. I h...
I Know Who You Did Last Summer Ch.1 I guess I should bring you upto speed so that everything explains itself into the situation that I now find myself in. It all began last summer, the summer that I graduated High School near Sioux Falls, and looked forward to heading off to college in Moorhead, Minnesota. Oh, by the way, my name is Elisa, and I'm now 19....