The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are over eighteen. ***** My name is Jessica, and this is the story about how I became one man's whore. I was a talented nineteen-year-old violin student auditioning for my college orchestra. Making the orchestra wouldn't be a problem at all, but...
The Live Model When I was a student in Jerusalem in the mid seventies, I was sharing an apartment with Etty. She was studying ceramic arts and I was going through my life science studies. She had to take complementary courses, one of which was photography. I also liked taking photos. It was my most serious hobby. It was different then. No digital cameras we...
I regret the weeks it has taken me to post chapters in my "Sheila" series. I gather from certain E-mails, the loss of a significant number of votes, and being dropped from favorite authors lists that I have tried the patience of some readers and lost the attention of others. Of course, maybe the reason for the drop-off in interest is simply that the story su...
(Author's note: for all those that sent kind words and wondered when or whether I would return, thank you for notes of encouragement. Being a mother, wife, and member of the workforce has kept me exceptionally busy these last few months. For those who had hoped I had written my last, my apologies for disappointing you. As I have not written for a while, it...
Chapter 2 – New Sensations The man in the purple-edged toga did not turn as he strode out of the holding cell. Adeline's wet eyes flung daggers at his receding back, but despite the force of her anger, there was no visible effect. She could hear him talking to someone, probably one of the guards, before he left the building, but she couldn't make out what h...
"Hell's bells Holly, why would your supreme commander call us all the way out here to see her?" A pothole taken at high speed sent a jolt through the car. "Watch the road, dummy. I don't know, Ben. Several things come to mind, but this is the first time she's asked me to bring you. Probably shouldn't jump to conclusions." Father Ben and Sister Holly were d...
This is my first story, so bear with me. Some of these events are based on true events. Of course, there is a little embellishment. All names have been changed, for sanity's sake. • * Sharon was hot and sweaty from jumping and screaming the lyrics to one of her favorite bands. She felt the most alive at a concert. It was where she could let loose and...
Walter tells of the events of the Fourth of July weekend at Pond Cove. This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense if you have read the previous chapters. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people a...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
Barbara's text message came across my cell phone just as I was getting ready to leave work. It said, "Don't forget about the wine tasting tonight." "Damn," I said out loud. I had indeed completely forgotten about it. I'd learned about it a few weeks earlier when we were both in our kitchen at home on our computers. I was in the middle of doing something...