Comments and feedback are welcome and encouraged. Again, I don't own Star Wars. Maeve fumbled with her key card, trying to fit it into the lock of her apartment. Damn thing wasn't going in, and the massive, furry hand groping her ass wasn't helping. "Stop that!" she hissed back- it was late, couldn't be too loud, or else her neighbors would be angry and she...
I had no idea that, when I wrote about my little 'quickie' in Costa Rica, it would have any real effect on anyone. While the seminal event itself actually happened, I wrote it as a piece of dramatic fiction- and from some of the responses, it looks like my skills could use a little work. Mia Culpa... But several women e-mailed me with stories of their own....
Authoress's notes: Thanks to Das Flute for all his suggestions and editing! The following story takes place after my Imperial Prostitute & Jedi Submissive series, and after the Fate of the Jedi books. If I may retcon some, in this and my future stories, Jaina, Tahiri, Tenel Ka, and the others never served in the Imperial ProCorps, and the Jedi have never...
I've been asked to wear a nurse's outfit before--heck, I have several in different styles tailored to fit my form, depending on how realistic a client wants my act to get. Some just want the suggestion of a nurse-like character, while some want all the trappings and trimmings. So yes, I will wear the white PVC bikini hat and bra-and-panty set with the little...
Spike stood at the bottom of the stairs. Buffy appeared to almost float down the staircase. She was swathed in white lace and pearls, she looked almost angelic. She was also radiant with joy. She took Giles arm who also stood at the bottom. "Beautiful." Spike said. He meant it on purely aesthetic level. "Isn't she?" Giles said, beaming. Proud as any fath...
It had been a couple weeks after Sunshine Bear's cumbath under the very wet cunt of Slave. She managed to shape up in the mean time and I was taking it easy on her, but she was still held captive a couple of times while I fucked Melody in any way I could imagine. More than one small stuffed animal plugged Mel's well-fucked cunt as we screwed each other into...
This is a true story. It was a dark and stormy night. OK, not really, but it may as well have been. It was the first day of the return leg of an awful bi-directional cross-country move in our box truck. The driving itself was only mildly unpleasant; it was the unrelated circumstances forcing the moves behind the misery. The trip west originated in Tampa, w...
No graphic sex. This short story is based on a conversation with the son of a woman who had been a client before I retired as a barrister. As usual I must stipulate that these characters are works of fiction and have no resemblance to persons living or dead. ***** Lynn would take her M.B.A. degree in three weeks. As most working people know, you don't ju...
This is a non-erotic story. There are no graphic descriptions of sex, only some consideration of the subject. The thermometer on the back porch read ninety-three, hot even for the first day of August. The curtain of hemlocks remained undisturbed by any tinge of breeze. The back yard table was set with plates, flatware and glasses despite the forecast for...
In July 1962, when Marilyn and I were 18 years old and newly graduated from high school, Rudi Gernreich designed the first women's topless bathing suit. Our home town, in California's Central Valley, was shocked by the idea, especially when Page One of The San Francisco Chronicle included photos of women wearing them on the beach. Carefully placed driftwood...