Rose was a 19 year-old college sophomore with a problem. She had a huge crush on an older student in her chem lab. His name was a Ken, and he was Japanese and in excellent physical condition. He always dressed nicely, and she loved to watch his muscles work under his thin dress shirts slacks. But he was at least a junior, if not a senior, and had a photo-per...
Newport, New York 1972 was just as sleepy a little town as it is today. Despite the simple rural setting, like any other town there were countless stories going on behind closed doors. This was one of them. *** "You look lovely tonight, Mrs. B." Kenny said as he walked into the kitchen of his neighbor, closing the door behind him, and as the woman who had...
11:45 pm, the Sheraton, Tacoma, Washington. Rosette Cole was descending in the elevator from her 26th floor hotel room, contemplating her next move. As something that always on her mind, she wanted sex in that place and knew that there would be no problem getting it. But she wasn't in the mood for the ordinary that night; she needed something different. It'...
(Yes I know the difference between desert and dessert) *In life we build and we destroy; know the difference* (Memories) It was the worst night of her life. She was sandwich between two men she didn't know, taking it up her pussy and her ass as they grunted and heaved her upright on her knees. She had one man's penis rammed down her throat while she fur...
Author's Note: Thanks to LizHaze for beta-reading my first cutesy little urban-fantasy lesbian story. It was just something I had the idea to try writing, and I think it came out ok. Enjoy. **** Rose shook her head in wry resignation as she entered her bedroom. A very contented looking cat lay sprawled across the blanket on her impeccably-made bed. "Every...
Rose stood in her bedroom staring at the closet. Lee had told her they were going out for a special night and she wanted to dress herself extra special for him. She took a black dress out that she loved. It curved low accentuating her curvaceous breasts. She knew how Lee loved her breasts and seeing them pushed up in that dress really set him on fire. She ca...
Transition from sleep to wake normally took Rose a while. That morning was no exception. But tactile sensations out of the ordinary hit her hard, and she struggled to make sense of them for a moment. Why was the bed heavy? Where were her clothes? Rose felt that droplet of fear grow fat and pregnant but it never fell; recollection returned and her breathing...
Summer 1970 in my old neighborhood. A story partly based in fact, and the rest.... 1) Thirty eight years old but she felt like she was fifty, Rose Blaine thought as she looked out the front window of her nondescript house. The house was as bland as her life, as plain as she was. Rose had been married for seventeen years to Henry, a long haul trucker who...
"What makes a good girl?" Rose's mother asked as they stood by the front door of her childhood house for the last time. "Obedience, enthusiasm, friendliness, appearance," Rose recited as she and every other girl had recited every day of their life. It was seconds until Rose turned 18 and when she did, as was the custom in her world, her mother would close...
Spanked in front of neighbours Rose looked at her eighteen-year-old daughter, Janice, and cringed. Janice was having great fun teasing her step-mother, while the woman had to endure playing the role of schoolgirl. Janice pretended to be the mother, and it was proving to be highly embarrassing for Rose. Embarrassing her step-mother wasn't the only reason J...