This was not going to be pleasant. The dimming afternoon sunlight filtering through the skylights of my 'writer's hideaway' told me to expect one of those spasmodic, cold and wet early autumn storms. The north wind was picking up something fierce as it surged down through the canyon, beating on my small cabin at the foot of a lofty ochre sandstone cliff. Ho...
A warm spring breeze ruffles my short skirt and my long auburn hair. My white stilettos click on the pavement as I walk to work. Hearing them always makes me smile, as does the delicious feeling of my nylon clad thighs rubbing together as I walk. My pale pink skirt is flared and very short showing off my shapely legs. When clubbing or shopping I wear sexy st...
"You have to be joking!" "No, I'm deadly serious," came her husband's calm reply. "You want me to serve your guests dinner but to be completely naked?" she asked incredulously. "I would not do that for a million pounds sterling!" "We'll see," he said simply. There was silence. Their daughter, Yvette, sat quietly between them thinking that if she was give...
This is part 10 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa * Week commencing May 10 Bri...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
The fourth day He woke from his sleep with less of a headache than he would have expected and saw that she was walking around the balcony naked again, a small towel draped around her neck that every now and again she would take an end and dry the ends of short blonde hair. She leaned over the railing in the same place that he had before, her still red botto...
Passion's PricePart Eight (and last) of The Succubus== || < > || ==~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~== || < > || == Our story thus far... In "Idle Hands,"Althea, first among the succubi, was torn from her body by a foolish mortal. In desperation, she sought refuge in the mind of Rachel Wainwright, a successful attorney with a troub...
********** At the end of this story, please vote and leave a comment for the author. If you wish for the story to continue, please let me know. ********** The forest was eerily quiet. The creatures of the night seemed to know that evil was amidst and stayed in their hidden lairs. The moon, full and luminescent, shone through the canopy of tall, wicked tre...
A small gallery in SoHo had mounted an exhibit called "Me, My Selfie and I". It consisted of erotic images of women taken by the women themselves. Each image was accompanied by a hundred-fifty word essay describing what the image meant to her and included a short bio. An artist curated the exhibit, choosing ones she thought captured the most evocative expr...
So, for me it wasn't a wardrobe. It was literally walking through the door into my office. One moment I'm in a drab building with grey walls. The next I'm standing on grass next to a babbling brook. I have never been prone to blackouts, and anyway the time on my phone was what I would have expected. I wasn't getting any signal though. Not even GPS. All the...