I had been standing around now for over an hour and was onto my fourth vodka and lime. I'd been scanning the dance floor, the sofas and the bar and she wasn't anywhere to be seen. Plenty of other girls in various states of dress: miniskirts, slinky long gowns, short shorts, plunging cleavage tops, bare midriffs, the lot. I'd met her last week and she'd pla...
Nell's wish was her command, or so she thought until she met Kelly, the she-wolf in kid's clothing, the pigtailed tigress. Kelly was brutal. Her beautiful, almost childlike features enhanced spectators' pleasure and awe as she destroyed her victims. She used those looks to her advantage. Despite her fearsome reputation, once her opponents met her they assume...
It's 3AM in the morning of the third day we've been together. I am on the second floor deck of the beach house, wrapped in the soft flannel bedspread I dragged off the bed as I awakened a half hour ago, comfortably nestled down in the lone chaise lounge, listening to the surf and the wind. The bedspread's the only thing from the bed other than the sheet in w...
We will meet up at a restaurant somewhere; you chose the place, somewhere with those bench seats where we can sit next to each other. I'll greet you with a kiss, on the back of your hand, before leading you inside. We will sit down together, on the same side of the table; I'll let you sit first, and slide in next to you. We'll order something sweet, each of...
After offering me an orange flavored Starburst from the colorful stick in her hands, Natasha chose a pink one for herself . She popped it in between her lips and pulled the wrapper out a moment later, flicking it into the trash can near by. One thing that I loved about Natasha was her love of symbolism, possibly coming from her love of Goethe, Germany's most...
This is Part 3 of a series. Please read Part 1 to make sense of it. Comment if you like it! Word spread about the body painting I did at the raves. A few more party promoters got in touch with me. Before long, I was spending my weekend evenings painting ravers and partiers. I grew to hate the larger parties. They were for-profit gigs, filled with dru...
She was a study buddy from a class and while we got good work done together, I didn't really have any interest in her. She was a little too "girly" for me. What I mean is that she took a lot of interest in what kind of shoes she was wearing and whether her hair was done "just so." You know, girl stuff. As a study buddy, I didn't feel too obligated to show th...
This is a further instalment in the 'Eve' series. Though the tale stands alone, for characterisation and story development, readers may first wish to check out 'Eve's Drops' and 'Eve's Temptation' by the same author. * The working week having finally ended, we congregated outside Waterman's waiting for the minibus to take us to the annual barbecue. Shirts,...
Author's Note: Good versus evil…dark side against the force. This is a story about feelings. Feelings about good and bad. In this story is chronicled one woman's struggle to balance faithfulness, obedience and passion as she chooses between virtue and the excitement of the moment. Written primarily for the fairer sex, this tale should also be enjoyed by me...
Diana's nipples hardened as she felt herself melt into the music, and the feelings in her body began to take over. She couldn't believe she was letting herself feel it so quickly, although a couple of margaritas on an empty stomach helped. She looked over at Laurie, her college roommate, who was sitting in a corner booth, some ways away from the blonde woman...