Which are you? A, B or C? A) You treat me well. You insist that I look stunningly pretty 24/7. You insist I always wear make-up, care for my hair and nails. You pay for me to go to a beautician once a week. You buy me sexy lingerie. You get angry if I wear slacks or jeans. You prefer dresses in preference to skirts. You make me feel special and lucky the mo...
Watching the L Word the other night was an enlightening experience: evidently, I know nothing about being a lesbian, which isn't a shock considering that I'm bisexual, just coming out of a ten-year monogamous marriage, and whose first and only experience with a woman was at age 17. One of the phrases that really struck me during the show was "bush confidence...
INTRODUCTION Danielle was perplexed and her curiosity was aroused. Andy Moore was a name she preferred to forget, someone she hadn't even thought of in the years since he and Jacqueline had separated. And yet, it was certainly his voice on the voice mail, his name and phone number, his message. 'How did he get this number? Only a few people have this number...
It took Judi a week after she arrived home to get the nerve to confront Don. Judi had met Derrick at his apartment after work and had engaged in another round of incredible sex. Her more than satisfied pussy gave her the strength to have the discussion she had been avoiding for so long. Judi walked into the house at 8 p.m. and found Don at his computer as...
Sierra sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her long, orange-red, waist-length hair. The plain white T-shirt she wore was intentionally too big so it would cover her tiny blue panties. Long, slender legs were folded neatly beneath her slim body and gray-green eyes were half shut in relaxation. Freckles were splashed across the bridge of her small nose and fu...
I knew it was Linda when I spotted her in the mall, window-shopping outside Macy's. What had it been? Fifteen years? She was older, of course, and had put on a few pounds but didn't look too bad for a fifty-five year old woman -- just a little chunky, but still with a great ass and a half smile on her face that never seemed to make it to a full smile but als...
Gina's eyes caught Sue's hate-filled glare as Sue stepped out of her car. She looked strung out and Gina wondered did she cause this accident today by having sex with Sue? Gina felt an arm on hers, she looked up to see her sister Deanna standing next to her. "What happened to Mary?" She asked Gina looking at her long time friend laying in the road. "It was...
Good morning, folks. Brother Samuel here. Your friendly neighborhood big and tall, openly bisexual erotic fiction writer. I have some very interesting news. My parents are finally dead. And I couldn't be happier. Oh, and I had nothing to do with it. Seriously. They've both been a thorn in my side my entire life. My father died of complications from diabetes....
We all have someone that we can't stand. Doesn't matter the reason why. I hate fat white chicks. There, I said it. I especially hate the ones who like to put on airs. Acting like they're all that. Bitches, you're not all that! You're simply pathetic. Like Rachel, the chubby redhead from downtown Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Around five-foot-seven, 250-pounds...
I got to the party late. I had known it was fancy dress but as usual, I hadn't bothered, instead spending longer than I should have in the pub. The door opened as I got to the end of the drive, a skeleton and a sleeping beauty emerge, allowing me to slip in behind them. A few people stand in the corridor, two men in suits share an animated conversation whils...