Despite being one herself Britta Perry didn't really get women. Ok, so she got the basics, but there were some things which would always be a mystery to her. Top of that list was going to the bathroom together, because while it provided a moment away from men if there was one place she didn't want to talk it was there. Hell, she'd rather avoid even making ey...
Chapter 2 -- Facing Erika But my bliss would be short lived. I was abruptly wakened from my dreamlike state by a jarring shove into my shoulders that snapped my neck back and sent me reeling forward to the floor. I tried to reach out my arms and break my fall, but one hand was pinned between my pantied crotch and thighs. I reached out with the other and man...
Chapter Sixteen: Fighting back. Lisa's point of view After we finished eating and putting the house back in order, we stepped out the back door. Hawk took one of my mom's light jackets to cover her shoulder holster. "I think we need to stick together," Hawk said. "They know who we are and have shown no hesitation at trying to kill us - publicly. Now we ha...
Almost three months after the events of that night we were still meeting up at least once a month to stay at the hotel. It was her 19th birthday just two nights before our latest meeting and we had arranged to meet at the hotel on the pretence that she was going into the city with friends, and staying the night at one of their houses. I had a romantic cand...
She tapped at the keyboard slowly, picking out just the right words to convey for the story she wanted to tell. Lost in her own, self-made world, she only barely caught the flash of movement in her eye, followed by the gentle ding as the door to her shop struck the small bell that hung over the frame. Silhouetted by the setting afternoon sun, was a petite f...
Author's Note: I have received several requests to write a massage story. Some of my previous stories have massage encounters in them but this one will focus on the massage parlor. The story will contain anal sex, oral sex, straight sex, group sex, lesbian sex and bisexuality. If the reader is offended by these categories, I suggest that he or she not read t...
Normally Danny had their space, a personal bubble that close friends weren't allowed to cross. But as they searched the college website for the forensics team schedule, they didn't mind Natasha and Cammy hovering over their shoulder to stare at the screen. After revising several search terms, a link to a calendar popped up for Danny to click on. "The next d...
Authors note: For a full description of the characters described read "The Peachtree Training Center" written by my alter ego Robyn Conners. It gives all the details and backgrounds. It's posted at other sites. The time frame for this story is three years after the original stories. It was less than a 30-minute drive to the Peachtree Estate. It sat about a...
Lydia was presently jobless : the cotton-picking season had ended but she didn't complain : she had been well paid for her job as hostess at the stand of Sir Nigam's company. There had been just a minor problem with the cashier : he had paid just the half of what she had been promised by Sir Nigam and when she had protested, the man had threatened her of pro...
The bar was smoky, but it always was. On busy nights, you could open the door and watch the smoke roll out into the street. In the summer, the humidity would keep it close to the ground so it would drift along the sidewalk and into the street until an errant sea breeze carried it, tattered and torn, off to the piney woods. But it was still fall. “Hi, I’m Li...