Downstairs I could hear Olga coming out of the bathroom. I think she walked around downstairs for a while before mounting the stairs since it took a longer time than I expected before she came into sight. She'd left her dress downstairs and appeared in just her sandals and satiny green thong. She'd cleaned up her face and tied her long curly hair back behind...
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times; very much depending on your position in the Chattersby Company hierarchy. From the management point of view, it was the best of times. After 10 years of Republican rule Washington, DC, business practices had run amok. The government worked very hard to favor business and business had taken great advantag...
Another August morning in Lawrence, Kansas dawned bright and crimson, the sky turning blue as night gave way to day. Chris Jenkins awakened to hear his mother puttering around above his basement apartment. A glance at the clock told him she was moving around earlier than usual, and concerned, he got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and went up to the kitchen....
Another day He woke early, when it was still dark. 5.00, proclaimed the glowing red glyphs on the alarm clock. He stretched and smiled, his eyes catching sight of his lover's discarded clothes on the floor, reminding him of their last night's adventures. He turned, and looked at the girl, lying sleeping softly next to him, scarlet locks falling in a curve a...
'You are invited to interview. The Narrows, 7pm, do not be late. -Master Green and Mistress White' It didn't say how I should dress. It didn't tell me how I'd know who they were. They'd seen some pictures of me, sure, but I'd always blurred out my face. I sat on my bed staring at the screen in indecision watching the clock tick towards five. Should I go e...
Hours after she left, I woke up alone and felt exquisitely naked. Sticky all over with dried sweat and saliva, I could still smell her on my skin, like yogurt and rosewater. I sat up studied myself in the mirror. My rust-red hair and cream-white skin. My every curve looked pink and puckered like her lips after a long, wet kiss. I lifted my arms above my tang...
JACKIE, OH! "My name's Emmanuel. I'm the crew chief." The bald tough guy said with a Greek accent, chomping an unlit, spittle-stained cheroot, and extending his hand to shake. It felt greasy and sweaty. "I'm Justin," I said meekly. "Justin Landos." I was sixteen, unwillingly working my first paying job in the summer of 1963 for a friend of my uncle. "The...
This story could have gone in a variety of other categories, as it involves domination and submission, and aspects of heterosexual and lesbian sex between participants of different ages. If that offends you, then I suggest you don't read it. If it works for you, check out my other stories (and favorite authors)! ***** It was early next week when I was told...
Corinne and I continued working together after the "millennium" came and went, and even when the real millennium came and went. We had gone out to dinner several times, but we never took it any further than goodnight kiss. I think that she sensed that I was really falling for her and was probably afraid of things going wrong and hurting me. I also believed...
Dear readers, in my Werewolf tale, the 'Were' live openly among humans. The primary character, Juliana Macon lived her entire life as a human, until suppressing her wolf, caused a negative impact on her emotionally. She began to accept her need for her wolf after deciding to live with other 'Were' in the community of Panola Mountain. The dilemma she contin...