It was still the early morning hour of the day of her first submission, but Mirabella Lucinda was already awake. She lay in her bed wrapped in her linens, watching the rising sunlight through drawn, heavy curtains. Soon, the birds would begin to chirp, followed by the foot traffic that always passed just below her bedroom window. It was a small bedroom, and...
Sara Richardson was waiting when Aaron rounded the corner near the school office after the last bell. She wore her short dark hair pushed behind her ears and held in place with a bright yellow ribbon. A black bra was visible under a sports bra that matched the ribbons color. Gray sweat pants slung low on her hips covered dark green shorts. She was wearing wh...
This story contains details of wife sharing, so please don't read it if that is likely to bother you. * * * * * * * * When I was young airports seemed glamorous places and I usually enjoyed the whole experience. Perhaps it's the fact that I've just turned forty or maybe it's the increased security which leaves me feeling that airports are tedious places...
Tommy Maddox lifted the last bale of hay into the feeder and leaned forward against the fence, thinking how unfair it was that he couldn't attend school with his friends this fall. He had so desperately wanted to leave the farm and the loneliness that he had known for most of his life. His father had died while Tommy was still young and was just a faint memo...
After all of the confusion during the first half of my honeymoon, I guess I should just be grateful that I was still married as Wednesday dawned. With the connivance of my bride's maid of honour, I had booked us into a clothing optional resort for our honeymoon, figuring to relax my wife's rigidity a bit. Upon discovering that clothing was not optional on...
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of my Christmas contest entry, St. Nicole's Christmas Miracle, which you can read if you want the history between the character's first meeting. Thanks to everyone for all the positive feedback on that story—I hope you like this one… * My Valentine's Day was quite eventful this year. I'll tell you al...
The next morning, Kirstin woke up not in her bed, but Sakeena's. After another traumatic night of being undressed and then walked in on while having sex, Kirstin wanted some alone time with Sakeena and was happy when she invited Kirstin up to her bedroom where they slept against each other, legs intertwined. While they tried to sleep, neither of them could r...
Note: All of the characters and events in this story are fictional. They are figments of my imagination, and these occurences did not actually transpire. Just sit back and enjoy the story. ***** Natalie and I have been living together for the past few months, sharing a flat in a small town in Cumbria. I'd recently come home from university, and decided to...
***I suppose that I ought to mention that there are several parts to this, and they're widely separated in geographical terms -- though there is interaction between them. The heads up -- to avoid confusion is that I tell you what you're looking at right after my notes to you, the reader. So that's what's happening here; we're leaving the group on the mountai...
Author's note: This story, like my previous posting "The Gift", was written for a specific lady and to her particular tastes. I met this lady online and fell in love with her. I found out later, after receiving a suicide email from her, that "she" was as fictional as this story. *Ugh* But, as this was written for a lady and as a sort of cybersexual monologue...