Chapter 10 – Martie's Fantasy "So, lets hear it. Out with it girl." Marti implored as we sipped our over priced coffee lattes. The view from our garden table included the walkway to the local fitness center. Although Marti would tell anyone who asked that is was the beautiful flowers around the garden that brought her back to this spot for a relaxing cup...
A lot of people on the right, when they discuss Hilary Rodham Clinton, invariably bring her physical characteristics into it. Because they disagree with her, they think she is ugly. And she has "cankles." Well, I don't think so. I think she's hot, actually. But I have a think for bitches. In my mind, she is Queen Bitch. That makes her even hotter. There ha...
This story is pure fantasy. In real life practise safe sex. This piece of fiction in no way reflects the author's true ideals or beliefs. * My fantasy is quite an odd one and stems back to my school days. It's sadomasochistic and lesbian in content, which is a mystery to me because in real-life I'm not like that at all. In fact, apart from the occasional g...
My name is Dawn. I had recently finished High School and I was trying to decide what to do with my life. Then one day my father asked if I would help him out at work. He was a private investigator and had a small office in the center of town. I needed the money so I agreed. I had worked on a few cases before so I thought it would be fun. My first day, the s...
Warning: this story contains wife swapping, wife watching and lesbian sex. * Anna and I had gone back to chatting on line with other couples since the Halloween party. Although we had plenty of offers we didn't feel the need to rush into anything. We both had settled on the fact that swinging was something we both wanted in our lives but we had put ourselv...
Note from the Authoress: For any one who has read the Julie Journals they will know I always mention that my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy. The content of this story is pure fantasy but the characters are fact. For that reason I have not included this as part of the Julie Journals. It is dedicated to a woman who I know and love very dearly. * *...
BREAKFAST IN BED My eyelids flickered, trying hard to welcome the day. I heard clinking—the sound of glass—in the hallway. Ali appeared at my door and paused. She was carrying a silver tray. Breakfast, I guessed, although I couldn't see from my position lying down. She was nude, clearly from the waist up, but she was wearing a white apron. She looked great....
Chris picked up his car keys and lead me out the door with my arm in his. He was taking me out for dinner. I felt like Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman. Chris to took me out for a lovely dinner at a 5-star restaurant, no one paid me any attention other than a few men eyeing me up. We drank Champaign, ate Michelin star food. He drove back us back to his apa...
Angie Appleton was engrossed in her favourite programme, when her phone "pinged" with a new email. Reluctantly she pressed the freeze button on the remote and reached for the phone. It was a message from her boss, it read. "Hi Angie, sorry to disturb you, but an urgent job has come up in Capetown. One of our biggest clients, Greensmiths, has been served by...
The offer was received like manna from heaven. Greg's mother Alice rang Libby's mother Christine to invite Libby to share the house that had been left to her by her father. It wouldn't be free but the rent would be low. The fact that Greg and Libby were going to the same university meant that he wouldn't have to share the house with a stranger. Alice and Ch...