I came awake. I was disoriented, not knowing what had woken me and where I was. I felt the silky satin sheets wrapped around me and memories of last night came flooding back. I shifted, or more rightly, I tried to shift, and gasped as pain enveloped my body. Tears came unbidden to my eyes as a sharp sting pierced my butt and shot through to the base of my st...
Tonight was going to be the night. We've been together for a few months now and I really like him a lot, I think I may even be falling in love with him. Either way, I knew I wanted him to be the first man I ever felt inside of me. Talking about this over many nights has just re-assured me that he should be the one - the man to truly make me into a woman. His...
A Date With Winnie Before I reached my place it occurred to me that I hadn't even called Winnie in over a week and did so, recalling the special items we had purchased on our sexual shopping spree the last time they were together. "Hello?" Her voice had a tremor in it. I realized she knew it was me calling and so got right to it, not bothering with formali...
Prologue Rosehip has flown to Greece to meet her E-Mail friend George. After the fascinating and electrifying sex that she was seeking, George suggests that she spend the rest of her vacations lodging with him. While staying at his apartment she meets Elena, his housekeeper, and Rosehips suspects, also his lover. This part two might be more fun to read if...
We have known each other for as long as we both can remember. My successive memories of her are first of an astoundingly beautiful girl, coy yet disarming and absolutely captivating, and exceptionally endowed in feminine attributes, later of a most graceful and peach of a stunning nubile young lady who had surfeit of all the physical charms, and then of a se...
It had been a long day at work, but at least it was Friday and she didn't have to go to work tomorrow. She had worked late and was very tired, but she didn't feel like going home yet. So she decided to go to a bar up the street from her office, have a drink and listen to some live music. Jazz and a couple of Cosmos.... that sounded so good to her. As she w...
I rarely take the bus anymore, but I remember perfectly the long rides north, the smell of the other passengers, the peculiar way boredom, road sickness and lust combine. I was in the middle of my fourth semester at U of T – the University of Toronto. Spring Break at last. For the first time in two years, I longed to get back home up north for a few days. T...
Many thanks to Cernunos, my editor for this story too. English is not my first language, and he had tried to preserve my "style" in the editing. ***** I like Klimt, Chagall, the New Age music and the war movies. Yes, I am a complicated person. "The duality of man, sir, a Jungian thing, sir..."... I really like them, from "Save Private Ryan" to "Black Haw...
Our relatively small book club has been running for many years, with the same ladies as members. We are all happily married -- to our first husbands - and have kids that are nearly adults themselves. Having known each other for years we have shared many close personal stories. However, being very discrete women it took some time for us to realize that we had...
Thursday: Jake was sitting alone in his office staring at his computer screen. The monitor was showing the general weather for the Bahamas Islands. His nautical charts were laid out in front of him, faint pencil lines of previous trips criss-crossing the paper. He was the President of High Seas Adventures, a charter company that catered mainly to wealthy cl...