Separated by some 3,000 miles, I wrote several stories for my girlfriend, hoping to keep us in touch and sexually connected. This and other stories are fiction based on her fantasies and written with her as the first person. I tried using details to evoke visions of what the characters would see, hear, feel, smell and taste—something I believe is missing fro...
My relationship with Wendy had started innocently enough. I had broken up with my husband and was finally beginning to circulate again. This had led me to be at one of my co-workers favorite watering holes, a trendy, upbeat thirtyish bar one night after work. Somewhere between drinks and shop talk I found myself on the dance floor and when I looked up, she w...
My name is Melissa. I am considered my many to be an attractive 49 year-old professional woman in the medical field. I have always been very conscious about my health and appearance. I eat right and I exercise three times a week and have been doing so all of my life. I am 5' 7" and I weigh 125 pounds. I have amber eyes, salt and pepper shoulder-length hair a...
I needed to gather up some will, and when I do that I sometimes lecture myself. "Girl, you're in London. You're overseas for the first time in your life. You just got divorced and you need to have some fun." That's what I told myself when I was packing for a three month stint working in London. I told myself that again as I checked in at my Hotel, which turn...
Ashley could hardly believe it. She was sitting backstage in the Greensboro Coliseum, her slim and waifish figure outlined by bright bulbs on the mirror. Perched on a stool, she was waiting for her hero -- Sigrid. "The Norse Ladykiller." "Barbarian Queen." "Lady Viking." "Huntress." No matter what name she'd wrestled under, Ashley had followed her career eve...
Chapter 1 Rachal caught her reflection in the large mirror of their hotel suite as she wandered into the main room from the bathroom. She grinned at the sight. The hours she spent in the gym and the tanning booths was time well spent, she told herself. Her thrusting breasts jutted firmly away from her tanned body and her dark nipples were still hard from t...
By Shelby W and Marilyn Aug 2001 This is an actual email exchange written by two women. Each part is told by the woman involved - their own thoughts and feelings relating to the experience. * * * * * Part 1 Marilyn to Shelby We are in a nice tub having a bath together and enjoying the effects of a large bottle of wine. Our legs are entwined and we're s...
© 2015 What might have been a self-serving, long-winded & unnecessary preface has been beheaded by the lesbian executioner, Jihad Jane. (I suppose even Terrorists are capable of humane actions now & again.) These characters are fictions of my mind & dwell therein exclusively. Their ages are irrelevant. (Yeah, they were over eighteen & "No m...
05 - The ultimate lecture Wednesday! The mere word had been like an obsession to her the last few days. How was it possible that one single expected event could occupy one's every waking moment like this? Totally paralyse your mind? The day at school had been endless; to such an extent that she was driven almost to the brink of desperation. In the end sh...
(Those readers who have read Lady Belinda will know how she lost her virginity in a rape whilst at college by Oxford undergraduates and how her interest in sex was rekindled by Johnnie, a theatre director, in the back of her Merc. Her friend Lois had confessed her interest in the guy and Bel decided to do her a favour.) Belinda couldn't remember when she fi...