A former partner had told me, after he had finished with me sexually (which was long after he was done with me emotionally), that I was in desperate need of lessons in seduction. Realising he did not plan to teach me what I was lacking, I sought another arena. A destitute writer, living off the 'artiste grant' kindly supplied by my parents (who thought me to...
The angel's name was Skye. Blonde hair gave in to tangles as the prior holy being plummeted towards the Earth's surface. Wings shadowed and not working, Skye gritted her teeth and closed her blue eyes as she prepared to hit the ground below. And hit the ground she did; hard too. To be a being without death but with pain is a fate crueler than most people wi...
Many years ago my mother-in-law commissioned a female artist to do a painting of my wife (her daughter) and our children. My wife, thirty-one years old at the time, went to her studio with the kids and Julia, the painter, told she wanted to sketch the boys before they got bored and the wife in a second time. In two sessions the kids were done so the wife beg...
My apologies again guys. I've been really busy lately, and decided it was time to give you all another dose of Nik, Felicia, and Xavier's story. Trust me, its well worth the read and the wait. A quick caution: make sure you're relaxed and in an atmosphere where you won't be bothered, because you will definitely get horny and want to touch yourself. Please si...
It was two weeks into my freshman year and I was finally getting the hang of university life. The difference between university and high school was stunning, and it took a little getting used to. There was no one there to tell you what to do, when to get up, what to eat, when to go to class, or whom you could associate with. Almost immediately I discovered t...
I was fat. The folds of flab had reached over my lap and would rest midway between my thighs and knees when I sat. My upper arms wobbled as I walked, and my thighs rubbed together enough to cause a pimply rash. My lover said she adored my obesity, that women should not pander to male fantasies of beauty. She came hardest on the days I had my regular short-ba...
I come home from work after a long and gruelling day. You see, my boss is being a sexist pig, my co-workers think that the only way a pretty blonde-haired white woman like myself can succeed is if she sleeps her way to the top and to top it off I'm getting ugly naked pictures sent to my work email by some weirdo loser who thinks that because we studied in a...
One handy thing about having no Friday afternoon classes, other than being able to get an early start on the weekend, is being able to start my laundry at noon. This is no small thing: with almost 100 students in the dorm, and only four washers and three dryers, competition for the machines can get ugly at times -- and it would be even worse this week, with...
It was Sunday morning at 11am. Bonnie put her little girl to bed for her nap. Ken was off to the golf course with his friends and Bonnie sat at the kitchen table and drank coffee. Her mind reviewed recent events. Here she was a content homemaker that never ever even thought of having sex with another female. She was abducted by four dikes and forced to eat t...
Chapter 3. "Anniversary" My relationship with Kira, my roommate, was something of a whirlwind to me. Picture a freshman girl, at a university halfway across the country from the familiar surroundings of her hometown. Layer on top of that an insane upbringing that had convinced the girl that she was rather worthless and ugly. Finally, throw in her near-insta...