“Who needs caffeine when you’ve got all this?” My mini clit-kisser buzzed happily away in my palm. In the cramped washroom, I couldn’t stretch out as I wished, so I balanced one foot on the seat while leaning back against the door. One hand drew my panties to the side, and the other was making sure my Friday would start on a glorious high! Oh, I could feel...
[Actually this should be chapter 3; chapter 2 would be the consummation of the relationship but I couldn't pull that together. Thus I skipped it for the time being. The story about Charlotte's role-play is Lioness Limousine. The story about Michelle and Judy in the moving car hasn't been published yet.] *** I found that being a college student gave me a l...
Chapter 1 A red drop fell into the water. The deep plop sound echoed from the narrow ceramic tile wall. The red core sank into the clear white water. Fingers of red strings meandered out from the core. At first, they looked like the mane of a mare. Then, the twines of read got so twisted and discombobulated that an entire unicorn was visible expanding liqui...
Chapter 7 -- An Eventful Week With her call, Sheila accomplished three significant things. She introduced me to two other women—Francine Martel and Christine Collingsworth, the "submissive". If you know Christine, the irony is deep. Sheila also invited me to run a social event. I did not know it yet, but it would become the most important social event of th...
[This was inspired by Lioness Limousine. However, while that story was about a role-play, the characters in this story are really a passenger and a driver.] In the spring of 1976, having passed my twenty-first birthday, I got a part-time job driving for a car service called Lioness Limousine. At that time I was a junior at the City College of New York but I...
Hot. Hot and sticky. And hot. Brooklyn, mid-July, the end of a humid day and a thunderstorm getting ready to rock and roll. After a day spent working to a deadline, Maggie wants nothing more than to quit, switch off the lights (the storm has robbed her of a good hour of daylight), cover the table and go drink something very cold, very fast. And find a cool s...
(Originally titled Diary of a College Whore) All characters are 18 or older. *** 8/24/2014 Critics are nasty, aren't they? My cup size is 34D, so you can suck my ass, Anonymous. I'd say college may be interesting. My professors are nice, mostly, and there are a handful of cute boys in all of my classes. As much of a whore as I seem, I can be a bit shy w...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the singers, record labels, musicians, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
I didn't see Sully for a while after that night. For a while there I hung out in Brooklyn and an old friend introduced me to Joe Pepitone, the former Yankee first baseman. Peppi had just returned from Japan where he'd played for three years. But he told me the Japanese were too set in their ways for him. He was always a little wacky, so my guess was that the...
"I learned a valuable lesson not long ago. Well, it's been nearly a year now. Like I told you I'm an art teacher in the public school system back in the city. I travel from school to school in kind of an ambassadorial role. I'm more or less a supervisor these days." "You don't look old enough, hon." our host said. I laughed. "Oh believe me, I am. Teaching...