Our Miss U.S.A. pageant, abbreviated version, was only hours away. As it turned out, the go-between between we sexy vixens and ship's management was my very own guide, Na-hoyan. She was quite sensible about the whole thing, while we gurls were running about like teenagers primping for a prom. For the first portion of the contest - best-dressed - we adorne...
The ship's mechanic had restored a lot of my confidence, but I still needed closure with what had happened at the sorority. How to get that I wasn't sure. Karen had said she owned me, and whether or not that was true, I didn't want to go through life believing it, no matter what I did on the weekends. Watching a dance class diverted me because I have alway...
The mature, Sr. citizen Sally continues her adventures. Related to Sally's Sr. Sex - Jose'. ***** Sex and the retired senior citizen, what a conundrum. In my story about my adventure with Jose', I gave some of my background. I am a married woman in my mid-60 and I have always loved sex. I differentiate between sex and love and was totally loyal to my husba...
(A companion story to Careful What You Ask For) Lorna often told Steve that many of her best ideas came to her during her orgasm. She had supported leukaemia research ever since one of her best friends at ballet school, Cheryl Greenwood, had died of the disease aged only seventeen. Every year since then she had done some kind of fund raising activity. She...
Obviously someone anticipated the date -- July 7, 2007, which in digital translation came out to 07/07/07. I don't know if there was supposed to be anything magical or occult about the numbers, but it made a good excuse for a party. Word spread by grapevine, as it often does. There were no direct invitations, nothing in print, just oh yeah, there's a party...
College Girls Ch. 01: Alone in the Gym Monica decided to work out in the gym after school today, as she didn't have any other plans. She was one of the top ranked gymnasts in the NCAA. She was best on the floor exercise and the balance beam. She always picked a day during the week to work on her gymnastics in private. She felt comfortable in solitude while...
(Tough to say no) On hearing Kerri's gentle admission that she was well aware of my unconscionable . . . love? . . . lust? . . . for Marty's wife, I began to feel like a damned idiot. Guiltily recalling my earlier thoughts, I took her startling revelation to confirm my long-held belief that women were telepathic or something. But, I had to ask. "What brings...
Her name was Trish and she loved horses. She liked boys and she liked girls too. But she loved horses. So it was no surprise when she got a job training horses for a well-to-do woman in northern Georgia. Trish worked twelve hour days, wrestling 500 pound animals, making them bend to her will, so that they could become disciplined, prancing, tassel--laden s...
Why the Story Isn't Over Sunrise was a treat in Misty Pass, even more so in winter. The brilliance of the sun glinting off the snow capped peaks all around beautifully complimented the carpet of misty steam that crept through the pines. The mountains looked alive at this time of day. Two gate guards were enjoying the view, the best part of the morning befo...
I'd like to say that it all started with a big bang but it didn't. It started with a little ding-dong. Usually when someone rings, Will Lee opens the lab door because his desk is the closest. You'd figure that it'd drive him crazy, having to stop work a couple of times an hour all day long because another grad student forgot his badge or a visitor was looki...