This is part of a series. It should make sense by itself, but the preceding Angel stories will help. Please enjoy; as always your comments are welcome. It seemed as if Thien had had enough sex, and just wanted to talk. I was happy to talk, happy to be part of whatever game she thought of. But I thought I knew what I wanted... We went to all the local c...
Welcome. This is my first attempt at erotic writing, so please be gentle with me! I am a huge fan of soap operas and their characters, and know, by reading other stories on this site, that people share my fantasies. If you do and want to get in touch with ideas, praise or criticism, please do – click my name above to send me an email, or the feedback button...
Author's Note: Read Chapter 1 first. ***** -Gale- I parked outside the house. It was a nice place, not particularly large, but very nice nonetheless. Two stories, a well-kept front yard, and even a yet-to-be-painted picket fence to separate it from the neighbours' gardens. I walked up the stone path and stopped at the door. I took a deep breath, hoping t...
I'm Stephanie, my Granny, Beryl and Granddad, Ivor own a farm. It has been in our family for generations. When I was 18 I went to stay with them for the last school summer holidays before I finished education. I had visited them every Summer Holiday since the age of 11. I love my Grand parents they are so much cooler and chilled out than my actual, high stre...
This is the first in a planned series of stories that will document my progression from being an innocent teenage virgin to the 45 year-old cock-crazed cum-slut that I am today. This is generally a true recollection with some minor embellishments. Constructive criticism is welcome and if there is a positive response to this story I will follow up with some...
My thanks again to Glenda Fiddich for invaluable support, advice and encouragement. ------------------------------------------------ A week later I left work at lunch time and as I turned into our street I noticed there was a strange car parked in the driveway. As I got closer I realized that whoever it was had parked in the middle, in front of both garag...
Sim's house wasn't what I was expecting. It was smaller and messier than I would have supposed, filled to over-flowing with crooked stacks of books and mismatched furniture, discarded shoes and carelessly tossed aside sweaters. It was wonderful. In the window a large, orange tabby cat ignored me completely, half-asleep in the afternoon sun. Sim ushered me t...
Dispirited is the word. I was dispirited. Luckily, the Friday after my short meeting with Molly was a very busy day. So, I threw myself into work, and tried to make sure that I was as busy as possible. I noticed that Carole must have picked up on my mood, because she didn't say a word about her soap opera, but she just mothered me all day, making sure that s...
The continued story of Norma Rogers, a young wife, mother and ATS officer, whose husband has been posted to Assam, thousands of miles away from her. She has no idea when or even whether she will see him again. She has been coping with a demanding job and, in the emergency, acted as an intelligence agent. In the closing days of the war she has been notified t...
Following Jane out of the car, we entered a familiar lingerie store. Olive's, it wasn't the first time Jane and I had been here. They specialised in luxury bras and thongs, and part of that was fitting. So we'd both been fitted here a few times over the years. A well fit bra was the difference between sexy and a back ache. "Hey ladies, what can I do for yo...