"It's quiet out here, isn't it?" Jen says with a smile. "Yes," I reply politely. "It's very nice." I think it's not so quiet, here in the enormous yard outside Jen's summer house. Insects are everywhere audible, and the faint hum of a passing car wafts up periodically from the not-so-distant highway. I've been quieter places; I grew up in some of them. But...
September 16th Dear Diary, Sorry I didn't write for a couple of days. I didn't come home Friday night because I went out with a co-worker, the one I've been fantasizing about. We ate and had some drinks. I guess I drank too much because I don't remember what happened. I woke up in her bed a bit disoriented and she says I kissed her! Did I really kiss her o...
It was already past ten on a quiet Tuesday night when the small bell that hung on the back of the office door rang, causing Carolyn Hendricks to look up from the textbook she'd been reading. The short haired brunette's first thought on hearing the sound was that her relief had come in extra early tonight. That notion instantly faded, however, when she saw th...
Part 2 The Mistress contd. I finish my beer, grip the empty bottle, close my eyes and imagine waking up with you; your arms around me; your warm, naked body pressed against my bare back, your breath on my neck. I lean back against you now, because I need to feel you there. I need that contact with you, not just soul but body too. I crave it because I can't...
Her eyes pierced into me like emeralds. As I sat diagonally from her on the patio, I couldn’t escape their invasion. What was she thinking? The conversation had gone a bit dry, and my mouth was hurting from feigning too many courtesy smiles. Frank had been talking incessantly, cracking jokes that became more and more absurd, but we all had smoked some hash,...
Chapter 1: Cookies & Spice The girl in the green cardigan with the rolling cart makes her way down the main street in the village of Durbin. This is the Durbin of the out-of-the-way, of where Starbucks is unlikely to penetrate, a place pleasantly apart. Down the street she rolls, looking this way and that for where hope rests, a gathering expectation in...
Pulling my panties over my thighs, and next my black slacks, I reach behind me, flush, and step out of the bathroom stall. I watch my hips swing in the mirror as I walk up to the sinks. Turning on the faucet and waiting for the water to warm up to my liking, I hear a flush behind me. I hear her rustling with her clothes, then a little grunt as if she's havin...
"You're going like that?" I ask when I see Lisa getting up from the vanity table, looking like she's just ready to sit down at it. My pretty femme, all pared down, no glossy lips like wet cherries, none of those messy, artfully tousled curls that make me think of her during sex, riding me and raking her hands through them over and over. No brilliance to her...
Jill Weaver and Clara Kendall had been friends since they entered kindergarten at six years of age. They met almost as soon as their mothers dropped them off, weeping as they left their youngsters for the first time ever, and even though they lived fairly close to each other, this was the first time that they had actually met. Both were very pretty girls o...
For you, Tina. Thanks for letting me "borrow" your invention, luscious lady! "Fuck, I'm gonna miss my flight. Damn it, can't you drive any faster?" Kim throws the fare at the driver and jumps out of the limo. She barely makes it to the terminal before the final boarding call. She finds her seat, stores her carry on bag in the overhead bin and puts her pur...