Thank you to Jennifer M. for you decidedly wicked thoughts. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characte...
The curtain had fallen. The cast had taken their final bows and once they were cloaked in darkness the budding young soprano, Clara Josepha Cavalier, tore from the stage with her heels striking loudly on the wooden boards while she held up the voluminous skirts of her lavender dress. She pushed past the chorus, stage technicians, and wardrobe to her private...
This is Chapter 13 out of a total 17. You will enjoy this more if you read the previous chapters first. * * * * * I spent the next day trying to concentrate on my work despite the complex set of experiences of the previous few, culminating in finger-fucking my boss after watching her masturbate in front of me. Not quite an 'ordinary day at the office'. In...
Here's a new one from me - featuring some new characters - and also, some old friends. Don't worry too much about where it fits in continuity - I hope that it will stand up on its own merits. Please enjoy. ~~ BrettJ - September 2015 ***** Amanda Dallas looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the door of the guest bedroom. She still...
Chapter 26 Late summer, 1984 - Val and Joe "This is a terrible connection," Val said. "Where are you?" "At the office," Joe said. "Shall I try again?" "Maybe I should call you back." "It's cheaper from here isn't it?" "Let me call you back, anyway." "Okay, good," Joe said, and hung up. She'd been dressing for dinner when he called, and she stood now...
A Jar of Honey 'Grazie.' Alex mumbled her thanks to the waiter, but he was moving so quickly, his hands so precise as they balanced the tray of drinks, that he had disappeared a split second after her second glass of Nero d'Avola hit the table. It was late in the evening. The bar was a stone's throw from her apartment on the Via d'Aragone, a narrow and du...
Disclaimer: this story does not only contain F/F sex but M/F/F as well. It was raining, as for any good story starting, and the iron disk weighing on my back made me feel pins and needles in my arms as I pushed just another push-up, just another, just another ... the noise of the rain pouring on the old glass roof made it sound like a battle. I moved my...
Maddie realized two things when she woke up the day after graduating from high school. Firstly, she was no longer going to have the aura of an athlete lifting her up above the crowd; she had tried her best to earn an athletic scholarship, but there were no takers, save for a small school too far from civilization, where she feared irrelevance. Her ego did no...
For those of you who don't know me, my name is Hilda. I live in Canada with my husband Reynard. We are both of Scandinavian decent and have been married for over 30 years. Though I had always been told how pretty I was, the confidence I once had in my body had begun to wane since I had gained the extra weight that comes with age. Other than a pretty face and...
Huyen Nguyen glanced around the lift as it ascended to the 16th floor of the 20 story, grey concrete Govt. housing commission building in Napier Street Fitzroy Melbourne. Her mouth curled with disdain. It hadn't changed since she lived in another similar building on the 6 building site 25 years ago. Her eyes took in an empty wine flagon, used condoms, vomi...