Jess missed Canada. She bit into one of her soft chocolate brownies and opened up a new window in her web browser. She looked at the pile of scientific journals on her desk and the pile on her window sill and the pile on her bed. She looked at the bag of her ex boyfriends clothes. She was wearing his pants - she'd let the washing pile up whilst she'd been wo...
(Music being played inside the private music studio setting accompanying the sex, is: North Sunset - 'Last Sunset' (Original Mix); Roald Velden - 'Thru The Rain' (Original Mix); AirTraffic - 'Dreamer's (Keith Harris Remix) * Silence descended on the grounds of the modern luxury mansion high up on the Western Hills. It was a relatively big house, of course...
Every weekday, Brenda would come home from a long exhausting day at the office, to find her husband watering the yard. There was nothing wrong with him watering the yard mind you, as it was a task that needed to be done, but still, it angered the blonde. For every day, at that same time, the 19-year-old neighbor girl, Samantha, decided to sunbathe, in her fr...
Chapter One The morning sun sent shafts of warm light through the wooden slats and across my naked body as I lay on top of the twisted, rumpled sheets. We had both forgotten to close the blind properly before going to bed while comfortably drunk on the mead Christine had brought home. A bee knocked itself between the open window and the blind, then found it...
Author's Note: This story follows on from "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" but is meant to be readable in its own right (as have been all my tales featuring the delectable Angie). Please do not feel obliged to backtrack before finding out what the delightful, skin-headed nympho gets up to next. ***** Chapter One (27th December 1997) Saturday in the...
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (June 2004) Heather was awake but afraid to open her eyes. For a long, long time she lay still, pondering over three of life's great mysteries. What happened? Where am I? Why haven't I got a hangover? The answer to the third question was easy. That lucky metabolism of hers rarely did hangovers. She wasn't totally immune, but she cer...
The scent of cooked turkey still lingered in kitchens across America and the shops and stores were already decorated for Christmas; the coffee shop where Carol sat being no exception. Disconsolately sipping her latte, she didn't feel in a very celebratory mood. The promise of employment that had motivated her to leave home and move to the city hadn't materia...
We woke around nine when Amanda's phone rang in the guest bedroom. We laid looking at each other, knowing it was probably her mother. Amanda snuggled closer to me, wedging her leg between mine. "Should I answer it?" "Of course, she wants to know you're safe, babygirl. She's your mom." "I know. Am I safe?" "Not really, I'm going to devour you sometime t...
Hello there, I'm Sammy Jo, named after a character in my mother's all-time favourite TV show, Dynasty. I would like to say I look like the actress who played the part but, apart from having long blonde hair, I sadly do not. Not that I'm complaining about my appearance. I'm just saying I'm not a star on the soaps, that's all. My story is only a short one a...
Debbie Kendall had adjusted a bit to her situation as Jane Mensch's sex slave, and it was oddly the lesbian factor that was easier on her than the others. Taking a strap-on dildo regularly up her ass was far more difficult, given that she was an anal virgin before being sent there, and had no intentions of ever changing that. Being dominated was galling to...