"Wow! You gotta read this, babe! It's hilarious!" Amber called out to her boyfriend, Jason. "Can't, the shootout is about to start," Jason replied as he ran from the kitchen with a cold beer in hand from the refrigerator, back to the couch in Amber's living room. "Stupid hockey," Amber mumbled to herself, and called out to Jason, "Never mind then, sweetie!...
This story contains a woman transforming in response to things she is reading and characters she likes. As a result, it is a little absurd. If that is something you object to, I would suggest reading something else. ***** "Oh, Ava, don't let me forget to give you that stuff from the sales." They had been talking for an hour over lunch with no mention of...
(After seducing Johnnie, the Theatre Director, in the back of her car, and being herself seduced by her good friend Lois for the first time, Belinda arranged a coffee morning for four friends and Johnnie, for a sex party. Two earlier stories cover these events.) * After her lesbian experience with Lois, to her amazement, Belinda realised that she was, aft...
A married couple, early forties, no kids, rent a room in their house to a young man looking for a nice place at a modest rent. They make me feel at home right away; Fiona is vivacious and friendly and her husband is ok too. He's the quiet type, Paul is, and that's absolutely fine by me. They're an odd pair though. Paul isn't merely quiet, he's strangely ti...
A formidable sense of entitlement, grandiose sense of self, stunted awareness of his own hypocrisy and a face you just want to punch, Steve would stifle and dominate the air in a room with two Lady Gagas. Amy, his newfound fiancé and latest conquest at his side, dotes on him and caters, like a spellbound disciple to a prophet, to Steve's insatiable and irrep...
I remember it as being one of 'those' weeks. Sunday was my twenty-second birthday and my mother took me to lunch at The Connaught. On such occasions, my mother likes to take charge. I think that the elderly couple at the next table thought that I was her Toy Boy. Oh well, if it brightened up their outing. On Monday I got a call from the editor of First Tho...
Another Friday and no plans, damn, a girl needs to get in something or something needs to get in this girl. I prefer something got in me, but good dick has been hard to come by lately. It's like the entire collection of good dicks decided to go into hiding, leaving a sister high and dry. I called my partner in crime to see if she had the 411 on some happenin...
Heather was a looker, as they would say in the old movies. Style, poise, legs that went all the way to heaven. My friend Josh on the other hand was a pig of sorts. While Heather was the very description of elegance and grace that appeared right at home wearing a thousand dollar suit and holding a glass of five hundred dollar a bottle wine, Josh was the kind...
I woke up Monday morning in time for swim class and dressed in my uniform before leaving for school. I was feeling more confident now and was ready to change into my suit with the rest of the girls. The only difference was the go-go boots that I wore, I packed my school shoes. The white boots showed off my legs to great extent. The three inch heels were chun...
Chapter 4 A week later on Saturday night, Steve and Margo Betts held a neighborhood party. The format was the same, only it was at their house rather than someone else's: BYOB, and bring some kind of hot side dish or hors d'oeuvre. We arrived with wine, an interesting dish KC made with Brussels sprouts, and a plate of cheeses and crackers than I'd carefully...