Laslie paced back and forth in front of the perfume counter and dredged his memory for a simple, little, fact. Dammit! What the hell was that scent she likes? He knew it was something earthy, something with more of the smell of trees than flowers or musk. He stopped pacing and sighed. The very first time they had met had been at Yosemite National park. He'd...
Chapter 2 of a story about a trans woman who meets a couple for BDSM. I definitely recommend reading Chapter 1 first. There's BDSM in this chapter, but not actual sex if that's important to you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After our first meeting, I filled out the long survey of BDSM interests that Jon directed me to. We then emailed back and forth some more, discuss...
Nigel seemed all sorts of excited as he entered the main room where he'd set Cass to eat after letting her sleep for a long time on his couch. He plopped a big giant thick book on the table in front of her. "Lerajie." He pointed to the page it was turned to. Cass lifted her gaze questioningly, her fork frozen mid-air as he said the name. "Huh?' she said qui...
I had always planned to go to college, but I was already fairly secure in my business, so I entered college with no scholastic trepidation. My way bigger fear was that I was still sporting a bikini tan, which kept me conflicted; fearful of being discovered, constantly on a sexual edge, and woefully missing Beth. The bikini bra outline was her "brand" upon...
DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would lik...
I ended up going out of town the next day and when I got back; I took some much needed comp time. I spent a couple of days with my folks, and then took off for the weekend with my brother, Frank, and a few buddies who wanted to go ice fishing. Translate that to, wanted to get away from their wives and girlfriends, get shit faced and play cards. But for all...
{For one of my very favoritest Canadians...} * Meg looked around the room and listened to stories of the glory days of high school and how often they'd dropped by to visit old friends, teachers they'd liked and so on. Meg had no such fond memories. Odd little geeky girls like she'd been didn't wax nostalgic for high school. They left town right after grad...
Vic Domenichi was my best friend growing up. Along with Vic, and a couple of other guys who formed our clique, we were pretty much inseparable during our high school years. When we were 15, it was Vic that took the heat when we got busted for blowing up mailboxes that Halloween with firecrackers. He was always the one in our circle of friends that could talk...
I stretch and yawn as I wake up, feeling well-rested and quite satisfied. Nightwing isn't cuddling against me, but it doesn't really worry or concern me – she's probably just cleaning herself or something. I scratch at my bare back, resenting my choice not to redress myself before falling asleep after our...experience. The bark from the tree has scratched s...
I DO take requests. And a couple of weeks ago a reader sent me a complete plot. I worked on his story while I was finishing the much longer piece that I just posted (in Romance). And I am fully aware that this is a LW cliché so please don't waste your time pointing that out to me. It was actually an interesting writing challenge to make the story a little bi...