I flew back to Australia for Christmas, and after six months it felt really strange to be wearing clothes, to have fabric next to my skin instead of the warm, fresh, caressing Caribbean air. My family noticed, although only Grandma really understood. Yet I felt no urge to bare myself, did not seek out a local "free beach". Some cultural practices do not tran...
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. This pa...
Once again Lauren Bennett found herself letting the stinging droplets of steaming water from the shower heat slowly wash away the aches and pains in her muscles. She had just finished another double shift at the café, an occurrence that had become commonplace because they always seemed to be short-staffed. Turning her back to the stream of water, she soaked...
There was one week of summer vacation remaining between the end of the 'unofficial' staff yearbook project and the beginning of the school year. John and Ashley, teachers in the same district and occasional sexual partners, decided a road trip was in order. An invitation to join them was immediately e-mailed to Susan Fielding, former teacher turned model an...
Deb and I sat at the kitchen table, that afternoon, waiting for our room mate to arrive. Dano had called, stating he was running late and had one last stop before heading back and was there anything we needed? Deb asked me and as I shook my head she told Dano, no nothing we needed and to drive careful. We sipped wine, as our conversation covered the past wo...
Author's notes: This story jumps the shark a bit and makes reference to technology that is more fantasy than science fiction in nature. A word of warning... a bit of gender bending is involved. This was based in part off from a dream I had. It is unlikely that a sequel will be in the works. This was kind of a one-time thing... nothing more. **************...
{For some reason my head is off into memories lately, things I have not even thought about for years. I do that from time to time, so instead of making up crap to write and post I just jot down some crap that really happened. This is one of those. There is a lead in here to set the time and place, then I get to the story. This would probably fit in a cou...
Stephanie awoke slowly at around 8.30 on Sunday morning, with images of the previous day's activities forming incoherent but nevertheless pleasant images in her head. She and Nick had enjoyed a couple of bottles of Phelan Segur with Sally and Rob over a dinner of duck breast and dauphinoise potatoes at which conversation had become increasingly unrestrained,...
Chapter 1 My name is Jennifer Stephens. I moved to California from Oakville, Alabama, a small town about fifteen minutes out of Mobile. -- At this point, I already feel I should address some unwarranted preconceptions. I am not a stupid hick. I do not talk like Forrest Gump. I know what air conditioning is, I know who Stephen Hawking is, and I know who Samu...
Anne waited in the heaving throng, a trifle uneasy at being surrounded by so many foreigners, but pleasingly refreshed by her shower. She had not expected to find such a facility at an Italian service station, but supposed, ruefully, that that was just another example of her English insularity. It was really rather ridiculous that, at nearly twenty-one, thi...