Part 3 'Alice's story' Well, I've done some mad shit in my life. Not all of it good. In fact, some of it has been downright dangerous. But that is me. Alice Cooper (yeah, my parents had a sense of humour) adrenaline junkie and all round mad bitch. I am butch. Standing at around six feet tall, I keep my body toned with regular exercise and a strict(ish) tra...
I brought Ava home with me for the weekend. We had such a good time last time together that I wanted to share my good time with my husband; maybe share it more than once. After all, we do have all weekend. I think it'd be quite naughty of me to make him watch, don't you? My husband doesn't know about what I did with Ava yet. It was my wet little secret that...
Prelude, how did we get here. Sarah: I just could not believe it when Diane steered the conversation to lesbians, she was baiting Billy, my husband. He tends to be anti gay, why had she picked now to start a fight with him. Even at dinner, Diane had been pushing the conversation to the sexual. Now with the four of us just sitting alone in her family room,...
Author's note: Thank you very much to Karen for editing this for me so quickly and to Vixen who inspires such wonderful stories! * Looking at the clock you notice that it's almost 6. My call from earlier asking about a quiet romantic dinner at home had kept you fairly busy for the past 2 hours. With the meal finally prepared to your high standards there wa...
It has been such a long time since I have felt loved. I am in my early forties, still slim and divorced. My one major flaw – at least in the eyes of my husband of 15 years, is that I am a survivor of breast cancer. At the age of 39, I discovered a lump in my right breast, which, upon examination and a biopsy, turned out to be cancerous. In order to stop the...
"Hi, Shyam sir!" she texted. "Oh hello, my sweet thing!" responded Shyam, pleasantly surprised when Sunita reached out. "I have something for you," she replied. It took but an instant for Shyam to harden at that suggestive sentence. This was flirtatious. "My imagination is running wild!" he texted. "I think you have more for me than I have for you," sh...
How I Learned to be Proud of My Breasts Background: The Trainer I hate men, passionately. They're hairy, ugly, and all too often, dirty. I can't stand the feel of their stupid faces against my skin. They're either unshaven, therefore tickle, or poorly shaven, therefore scratch. Their bodies are hairy and ugly and misshapen, too. They have no soft places...
The night after Petal was sold as a slave to Swat in Maria’s bar in Skala Eressos, and after a full day of Petal submitting to Swat’s every desire, Bb and Petal are handed their next Race Around The World envelope by Maria and Ingrid. The instructions read: Bid farewell to the pleasures of Lesbos, you are off to Turkey! You must catch the morning boat fro...
(Author's Note: After writing the first Mountain Magic, I received several requests to write more about Jesse and Cat. I decided to continue thier story, as there was a lot of unfinished business to see to. For those of you who have read my other stories, you know they are actually small novellas - don't expect a quick sex scene. But the sex, when you do get...
For background on this story, see "Cindy Lou Moves to New York". Cindy Lou looked out the window at the landscape whipping past as the bus barreled down the highway. Only about one hour was left of the 28 hour ride from Birmingham and she was looking forward, although with some trepidation, to starting her new life in New York. The ride was boring but it ha...