This story is a 'spin' on one I read quite a while ago, not being able to find it but remembering the plot, I decided to 'Do it my way'. Sorry Frank. ***** Well, it is a Saturday afternoon and I am brushing up on a few songs for later this evening as I play keyboard at a bikers joint. It is a pretty good job and since I also ride I can appreciate seeing ne...
He lay there on his futon, having lowered the back to allow himself to watch TV in bed. Another Saturday Evening – hoping maybe his very pretty friend would come over. She would surprise him by just "popping" in at odd hours – totally unannounced. This was "her way" and he loved her for it – a totally free spirit, totally uncontrollable, a very sweet, tiny...
Author's Note: If you would like some extra backstory then check out Public Service: Sasha. Disclaimer: This story may contain some things some people may find offensive. **** 04/07/2111 Dear Diary I went to the Service Station on the edge of the city today. I thought it would make a nice change from the one I usually go to. Boy was I ever wrong!...
This is a story I wrote for a friend. It is based on a real person, but the names are of course changed. Please feel free to comment by mailing me. * * * * * She stood in front of the mirror, just looking at her body. She seemed to be doing this a lot more lately. She was fascinated at how it was changing so much. Everyday it was different. The most appare...
Author’s Note: This was actually inspired by a black & white photograph someone sent me last Thanksgiving. I wish I could share it with you, since it’s such a sensual image, one that still thrills me to this day...but it’s not my photograph, so I cannot post it without permission. Still, my thanks to the photographer and his, er, model, for such a vivid piec...
Therese had been promising herself a deluxe pedicure for some time now, and with the gift certificate she received for her birthday, she decided it was about time. Hitting forty wasn't a lot of fun, but her friends at work helped ease the pain a bit with a surprise party. They had threatened to bring a male stripper in to celebrate the event, but management...
Author's Notes: This is a piece of Raceplay themed erotica I wrote based on a real life experience I had a few years ago. This is purely role play and fantasy. As a black woman, I do not support racist views or racist ideology. Serious emphasis on the PLAY in raceplay. I understand that this fetish is taboo to many but I would never kink shame someone for wh...
This is the second story I've written. Unlike my first story though this one is true. If any of my friends decide to read this then I'm sorry if it shocks any of you and I'm sorry that I lied about a lot of it since I felt at the time it would be imprudent to tell you the truth. I hope you all enjoy it though. All criticism is gladly welcome. Sorry if the sp...
I was now totally dressed, in 4" open toed sandals, with black seamed fully fashioned stockings attached to the garters of a tight fitting waist cincher, wearing an underwire long-line support bra with "Pad inserts" that pushed to give me a cleavage. My makeup was incredible, with blue eye shadow, long eyelashes, and heaps of lipstick, and I was wearing a...
I had to laugh when I rubbed the gravy boat and the genie came out. It only looked like a magic lamp; I didn't really think it was one. Still, plain as day, there stood a shimmering, slightly-see-through female genie, dressed in the classic Arabian getup. Now, I'm not one to believe in ghosts or fairy tales or supreme beings. But somehow my conviction of d...