Faye climbed the steps up to the boys' flat, her heart pounding with every pace. She wore a long overcoat, but was naked underneath except for a sexy brassiere and matching panties, all of white silk to match her pale skin and blonde hair. The lace and frills accentuated her girlish and innocent looks, while the thought of being out in public with so little...
Ok, here are the usual warnings: this is a work of fiction, only by a weird coincidence the characters or the situation in this story could resemble anything you might find in real life. If you are underage go look for fun elsewhere, don't read it. This story is a stand alone, but there is opening for lots of sequels, that will only be written if I get a goo...
Beth woke refreshed. Her puppy was already up. Spot had ordered coffee and pastries. Beth got up and had a quick shower. She walked into the front room, as naked as her puppy was. The women had coffee without conversation. Beth's puppy sat close to her hunched over her coffee cup. She occasionally reached over and licked her mistress's hand. Beth felt easy...
[Some of you have never known a man like Tank. I had the privilege. Perhaps this story of fiction mixed with events and feelings quite real will give you a glimpse into what Tank meant to me. I'm putting the story in Romance because from 1968 on it really was love.] * Weather.com gave me the bad news. The drive to Tank's funeral wasn't going to be fun. The...
"What are you doing back there?" The tall, dark haired woman called to him as he cowered, naked and embarrassed, behind one of the gnarled rocks that dotted the slowly darkening beach of Etanimod Cove. He hoped that she had not seen him, but it was obvious she had, and now she was calling to him again, her voice closer this time. "You do know this is privat...
Other stories in this series Nancy Remembers Chap. 1 Nancy Remembers Chap. 2 Nancy Remembers Chap. 3 Then the following are separate but related stories and may be read without regard to sequence. Nancy and the Guard Nancy visits the Poop Deck Nancy and her Observer Nancy and her Boss Part 1 Nancy and her Boss Part 2 Nancy and her Son * Nancy go...
Returning from another long, tiring day at the office, I hoped Kirsty would go easy on me and act as she sometimes does; like my lover and friend rather than a bitch Domme from hell! Don't get me wrong, I loved her dominating me but after a long day of executive stress, I just prayed that I could soak in the bath and relax on the sofa with a glass of wine. E...
"Girls at a Bar," part 3 of the "It was supposed to be about incest" arc. Copyright CopperSkink (or Copper's Kink; whatever turns you on), January Four, Two Thousand Ten. All players eighteen and older (the high school starts kids at fourteen, though there are plenty who skip right to college, but we don't talk about them). Circa 2066 (subject to change d...
Hey Folks. Here's another story of woe and regret. Again I'm blessed to have Barney-R editing it. This one is shorter since some of you like that. Let's see how it goes. * * * * * It's said that every criminal deserves his day in court. I was facing the first of two. This first one would be the hardest. Although I wasn't the star of this one, I was very i...
Trish Stratus was awoken slowly by the sound of moaning. Female moaning. As she blinked her eyes open Trish was horrified to see women tangled together in a lesbian orgy. She tried to move away but her arms and legs were trapped firmly in place by some ropes, keeping her in a standing spread eagle position. There was also something in her mouth which Trish...