Note on Note: This is a long one. If you want to get straight to the story, start reading after a line like this: ------------------------------- Note: Hello again. I think you'll all be pleased with this chapter as I'm addressing quite a few of your demands. I really like this chapter myself, though I admit I'm biased. So here's an update on The Odd Adven...
Many folks have read about and/or seen a series of pictures of the Brown sisters, four siblings who had their photos taken together, posed in similar settings and in the same order from left to right, by professional photographer Nicholas Nixon, the husband of one of the girls. They began in 1973 and continue yearly to this day, at least thru 2017. I haven't...
As soon as I saw her, I wanted to eat her. Why is that, why you ask? I can't explain it. I think it was her sly knowing half grin. Well, it was more than that-it was her skin, like tawny silk, her half lidded dark eyes and her deep cleavage. Her low slung hip huggers suggested careful grooming which I imagined to be closely trimmed bush or altogether shaven....
Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read Part One first. Chapter Fourteen While the flashback sex was definitely an intriguing addition to my repertoire, it wasn't necessarily something that was useful in every situation. There was the experience with Karen that had almost gone awry but there were also women I wanted to visit who I had...
It was one of the golden warm California days and I was in good spirits. As a college student I was always in need of cash and was now between terms. Mr. Young was an owner of an apartment complex and needed some part time help. I had done work for Mr. Young in past years, knew many of his tenants, and was good at doing a variety of odd jobs. When he found o...
After posting our stories describing how we started exchanging erotic photo's (and eventually ending up in a threesome) with a very good friend, we've received quite a few emails asking us questions about how we started, why we do it, and what we're doing now. This isn't really a story in the strictest sense of the word, but we thought that perhaps a biogra...
The next day was just as beautiful as the day before, the sun was warm and the ocean breezes keep the heat to a bearable level. My husband and I had spent most of the evening talking about what had happened yesterday. He was as excited as I at how Colin took charge and simply fucked me. I am not sure if he was more excited by watching me and Colin fuck or...
The Mission District is my home. San Francisco has been where my family has lived for generations. We were here long before the Anglos came to California. I live and work in my loft studio. It's located just a few blocks form the Mission San Francisco de Asís, established in 1776. My work is my life. It's also how I make a living. She came to me for a portr...
I'd missed yet another college journalism assignment. This was getting to be a bad habit. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Miss Roland decided to give up her time and stay back to help me. I wasn't missing the assignments on purpose; my baseball schedule had recently been flooded with make up games the past 3 weeks, making keeping up with classes very...imp...
I'd missed yet another college journalism assignment. This was getting to be a bad habit. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Miss Roland decided to give up her time and stay back to help me. I wasn't missing the assignments on purpose; my baseball schedule had recently been flooded with make up games the past 3 weeks, making keeping up with classes very...imp...