ONE When former champion ballroom dancer Isobel Ballantyne was on the eve of closing the Ballantyne School of Ballroom Dancing in December last year, her youngest daughter Sierra returned home, wounded, emerging from her unexpected divorce. Sierra had fallen on hard times because marriage to an older and wealthy husband had landed her into a sumptuous life...
Like a previous story, this erotic encounter took place in the Scottish Highlands. This time I was on my own, on a four-day trek north of Kintail. I reached the bothy about 4 pm after a ten-mile hike across pathless moorland, and was pleased to find no-one else in residence. Not that I'm antisocial, but there's something special about spending the night in t...
Her Day began, much as Vaughan's had. Adriana was awakened with a phone call from the Vice President in her room. He had to laugh to himself at that. Sage was noticeably Latina and very much what he had come to warmly think of as Chica. The VP, Harvard Ph.D., VERY CAUCASIAN with a frosty tight One Per Cent asshole. She was a slender WASP of a woman in her la...
Every story I have ever written is true, at least they are at the moment the hands touch the keys. I know they are, they are written by those who live them. They all live inside me. Do my hands even touch the keys? Sometimes they don't, yet the words flow out of whoever I am at the moment. I flood the screen with drivel, tears streaming down my face, fear g...
Man, why can't fate smile upon me for a change? I shook my head as I read the "go away nigger faggot" sticker on my car. Fucking retards, I grumbled and ripped off the sticker, crumpling it and tossing it on the ground. For a moment, I stood there, feeling both angry and powerless in the parking lot of the Royal Bank of Canada in Nepean. Who could have done...
The elf girl blinks wiping snow off her clothes and face, having taken shelter from the storm that had just passed. Relieved the storm didn't last any longer than it did, she takes stock of her surroundings and that was when she notices Brodie. She sees the big blue huge hulking man/ogre/giant whatever. Sitting by himself on a tree stump out in the open all...
It had been a crazy month. As the days melted away toward Christmas, I had decided that tonight, no matter what, I was going to do my Christmas cards. It was something new for me. I considered saying screw it. But this was my first Christmas since I had started living full time as a female and I wanted to at least send them to my close friends who had been s...
Diane nervously watched the screen as she danced, waiting for her turn. She wasn't sure she really wanted to do this. But it was her birthday, and it was her habit to always give gifts to others on her birthday. Donations to charity, a car to her niece, books and games to the state prison. This would be no different, she told herself. There were needy people...
This is my first attempt at writing erotica. The story is true; at least it is as best as I can convey the events. Please feel free to comment. Constructive comments will help me with my future attends at writing erotica and conveying my sexual experiences. * A job transfer brought me to Phoenix in early July 1993. The transfer had all the markings of a g...
I got myself in this situation, being the lesbian company whore, on her knees, under the boss's desk, eating her pussy out, as my husband, applying for a job with my company, sat on the other side of the desk but the real question was what to do next. My boss had told me not to make a sound, but to continue licking her out as she interviewed a prospective em...