A confused young girl falls under the spell of an artist and her assistant. This story takes its inspiration from my work 'Sketchbook' in which a shy and inexperienced young boy becomes infatuated with an older artist. I have tweaked the idea a little and the young boy has become a young woman who is trying to come to terms with feeling different and detach...
It's more than just a job. * Chapter 1 "Oh Mistress, I love your fingers in my pussy!" I was moaning as I felt yet another of her fingers joining in on the stretching of my insides. In truth it did hurt a bit, but it was a good hurt, the kind that tests your limits and gets the endorphins pumping. Now, if I could just fit her thumb in too, that would be h...
This is the first time I have written something like this and I will be grateful for any feed back that I get, good or bad. So please enjoy and let me know what you think. * The wait that I was feeling was more than I could tolerate. But I knew that when I could finally meet her that I would be happy. We have talked for the last few months on the phone an...
When Lauren awoke for the second time, the morning's light had faded. The gentle pattering of a summer shower quietly splashed against the window. The stereo was still playing her Enigma disk and the quiet hum of the air conditioner could barely be heard. Roxanne's gentle breathing was almost inaudible. Lauren slipped out of the bed and padded quietly to th...
This is my first attempt at a story, and I hope that its ok. Please feel free to leave me comments! I would appreciate anything you readers have to say! Thanks and enjoy. Angie stared out the window wondering what she was going to do. Today was her twenty-fifth birthday and she had no one to spend it with. She got off the window seat and padded over to...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* After her friend, her girlfriend's rejection, Gracie sat in her car and stared blankly at the rear door of the sto...
I wrote this story in 1999. It was one of my first attempts at erotic literature. It is purely fictional, unlike my later stories. Sweet Caroline. I will never forget the girl as long as I live. My Caroline. Just the mention of her name brings back such vivid, sweet memories. Yes, she was cruel, harsh, wicked; as bad as she wanted to be. But for every hour...
Note that the following events took place in 1981, long before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. Note, too, that the minimum drinking age in Georgia was lowered to 18 in 1972, just before the events depicted in the flashback scenes. *** I'm fly...
Disclaimers: This is an uber tale that deals with some rather sensitive issues like depression, death and rape. But there is hope for our two characters. Heartfelt thanks to my beta reader ---- you are the best --- my friend and my guide. Thank you so much for all that you have offered me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The long figure rolled over. An arm draped its...
Walking into the bar I was more nervous than I'd been in years. The old me, the me from just 6 short weeks ago, would never have dreamt of even entering a place like this, let alone meeting up with a woman I'd found online. But you see six weeks is a very long time and I needed to feel alive again. I needed to feel lust and passion and desire. I needed to se...