Jen and Crystal arrive at the boardwalk. It's the middle of the day and the sun is high in the sky. Jen wipes her forehead as she looks around and sees all the various shops on the street. "This place is awesome!" Jen smiles as she takes in everything. "Before we do anything, how about we find someplace to sit?" Crystal says as she scans the sidewalk....
After my relaxing bath the night before and a rather rejuvenating sleep, I awoke early in the morning ready to continue my submission to Sage. I cleaned myself up, making myself presentable for my mistress, and then dressed in the provided clothing option for the day. I looked ten years younger in the small baby doll dress, and my hair in pig tails for an ex...
Recapping the characters: My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy My cousin Dirk My boyfriend Bobby Sonja, the bitch cheerleader * I could not believe I was sitting in my cousin Stan's car with my dress hiked up around my waist and my pubes on display. I could not comprehe...
Arrangements Stan studied the fellow sitting opposite nervously fiddling with his cell phone. They were sharing a drink at the Pig & Thistle Tavern on Nassau Street in Lower Manhattan. His name was Colin Edwards: medium-height, athletic, wiry, two-day beard. He looked really tired. "Sorry," said Colin, grimacing as he put the phone away. "Seems I can n...
This story will start off a little slow as I give some background. It will pick up in later chapters. I would like to thank volunteer editors Neng Bora and Honorable Rogue who helped with the story line and editing. Please keep in mind that this is fantasy and as such some things might not work in real life. I welcome all comments good and bad. I have more c...
Theirs was a simple love story. She liked it simple. They laughed, they loved one another; afterwards she would simply go. She had her own life, separate from him. She liked it that way. Richard was her lover, not her boyfriend. His house was near the beach; large and well lit with plenty of room, lots of open floor space. Very Bauhaus. The architect had l...
Cindy met Lucy at her locker after school. “Lucy, can you do me a favor?” Lucy closed her locker. “Sure Cindy, what is it?” Cindy gave Lucy her house key. “Can you drive over to my house and get my new tennis shoes? I forgot to bring them with me. They’re next to the dresser. I need them for cheerleader practice.” Lucy smiled. “Sure Cindy.” Cindy hugged...
Jessica sat alone once again Saturday evening, feeling lonely and miserable. Her husband had started working a job where he stayed out of state for months at a time. She had tried traveling with him, but it was just not her preferred lifestyle. It was fine for the hour or two at night when Charles was off work and would actually interact with her (sometimes)...
I live in San Francisco with my wife of 20 years, Angela. She's a sort of modern hippie. She loves yoga and meditation and all things spiritual, but in this sort of bourgeois NorCal sort of way. As in, she likes meditation at expensive retreats and doing yoga in $500 yoga outfits. "How can you spend $500 on a yoga outfit?" I ask. She turns and offers her r...
Author's note: just a fun little FM romance with an exhibitionist theme ***** Three figures a few feet apart in a line made their way up the switchbacks. The trail weaved back and forth through the lush foliage and it was cool even in mid-afternoon. High above, the thick mesh of branches and leaves almost entirely shielded the high-latitude sun from findin...