This story is part of the Valentine's Day 2019 contest. Be sweet and vote. I met Olivia Marchand in a coffee shop. "Excuse me," I said reaching over her at the cream and sugar bar to grab a stirrer. My arm brushed hers as she sprinkled cinnamon onto her cappuccino. She looked up at me with these unreal royal blue eyes beneath black haired bangs of a bob h...
I was a senior in high school when I met my first real girlfriend, Melanie. Actually we met at a church social. I asked her out the second time I met her and she agreed. Since we had met at church, we naturally assumed the best of each other and we just barely kissed on our first date. We didn't make much progress and sex was not really on the table. We were...
The next day, I dressed as I'd been instructed in full skirt and a button-up blouse. My bra had a front clasp, and I wore stockings and garters instead of pantyhose. The feeling of the silk on my legs was enough to keep me distracted, and the thought of what my boss might have in store for me that day kept me wet. He hadn't said anything about panties, so I...
Moving to a new community is always difficult, especially when you're alone, with no friends or relatives to turn to. The advantage though is that you can be anyone you want. My name is Robin and I recently graduated University from Boston, where my family has lived since coming to the US from Ireland. I was only two years old when we came here and have no...
Every story of one’s self is a fiction. But one can at least try to speak some truth. I write here not as a woman speaking for all women, but only for myself. Take from it what you will. It is hard to know where to begin, for there is no beginning, really. I have constructed this visual and textual journal as a way of exploring, putting into words and image...
Marion Norris pressed against Len Dewey as they danced in a shadowy part of the dance floor that had been set up for the wedding reception. As their bodies moved together, she let her hands roam lightly over the young man's bottom. At the same time she felt his cock, which felt as if it was getting larger by the second, pressing against her belly. She heard...
PART 2: Consequences *** Sunday morning we awoke to the smell of pancakes. We probably would have slept in a bit longer if Francine did not start banging pots and pans three inches from my head, but I guess she wanted us to enjoy the breakfast she'd made before it got cold. My arm was rather sore from Catherine using it as a pillow all night, but I readily...
After her experience with Penny, Victoria found herself to be insatiable. It was like that experience had triggered something primal in her. She spent all of her alone time thinking of sex and how else she could please her lovers and herself. This posed a problem when her husband came home. She couldn't just call Jake when her husband was home. She no longer...
© 2008 by Thrillerauthor For those who came in late, Matt McCoy -- now Madeline Moreau -- is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did....after faking her death, Maddy is enjoying her life as the mistress of the Parisian doctor who is turning her into a woman. The next few months were among the happiest of my life. Long, lazy mor...
"How was your day, dear?" Richard asked Amanda as she came into their bedroom rather late. Having been promoted to Sales Manager for the North East Region a year ago and done very well in her new senior position, today she had had a long day of sales meetings followed by a dinner with the reps from out of town. "Oh, not too bad," Amanda replied, as she loo...