Chapter One "I should have brought a newspaper or a book or something." Nearly unpacked, having already survived her first class at the Savannah College of Art and Design in the old Barnard School building across the square, and feeling the itch to get back to her dolls, Ginny had eschewed the thought of fixing her own breakfast of burned toast and weak co...
They say a week is a long time in politics. Well, that may be but a week with Pamela chasing other women can seem a lifetime! It's Thursday, the day we had considered stopping off at Crumpets Café in Fucton to seek out Charlotte Ellis, the slim, blonde manageress. Read on, dear reader, and see if it was worth it ... Thank you again for your scoring -- it gi...
This could go into a number of categories. A big thank you to Linda62953 for editing this story for me. Chapter 1 I woke up and suddenly realized I had no idea where I was. I looked around the room and it looked like a hospital room. What was I doing here? Was I dreaming? I tried to sit up and fell back down due to being dizzy. I quickly found the nurses...
Author's Notes Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions. To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially n...
Author's note This story is a sequel to my 'Cordelia's Rebound Girl' story and is also set during season 3 of Buffy when both the characters and actresses were over 18. *** Buffy's POV This is certainly weird. Me walking to Faith's motel to pick her up for patrol. Normally it's the other way around. Normally she would be picking me up from my hous...
I wrapped my arms around Sophie and squeezed her tight as I shot my load inside her. She was perfect; large breasts a peachy rear all in a pale curvy frame, her long brown hair framed her big welcoming eyes gleamed up at me. I didn't deserve her. I sighed heavily and sank into her as she smiled and gently stroked my hair. I had failed her again, I knew it,...
Author’s Notes Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions. To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially n...
(The author welcomes comment via the CONTACT tab on his profile.) My name is Bill. I'm just out of high school, and still living at home. I had decided to take a year off before I went to college. I was tired of studying, and being the best diver on our swimming team had been a lot of pressure. I hadn't had time for much dating, and I was looking forward t...
My name is John d'Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don't try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I've heard them all and they weren't funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that. My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn'...
FOREWORD These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your usual usage. Crutch/ Crotch has been a subject of much comment. Au...