Ali and Me ... our erotic memoir "A story told is a life lived. Once I tell it, I must let it go." - Chinese proverb. [If you want to jump directly to the hot scenes, look for = Stockings =] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "That was a horrible first date. I'm really sorry about that, Ali." === Two months earlier === Introduction ==== There she is agai...
Caden heard the phone ringing. She had been hearing the phone's ring since that afternoon but had ignored it effortlessly. She turned over on her couch and stared at her DVD clock. It was eight at night. She had slept through the day, getting up a few times to use the bathroom, and then had gone right back to her bed on the couch, restlessly turning for a fe...
The sound of a Robin singing outside of the window awoke Marcille the next morning. She blinked her eyes against the bright light in the room, someone had apparently pulled the curtains, and rolled over trying to get some more sleep by pulling the blanket over her head. As soon as her head was covered her feet were free to the air and they soon become cold...
"What am I doing here?" Carrie thought to herself as she put away the last of her clothes. She listened as her new roommates chatted cheerily, and gave her bag a final zip. As she shoved the bag under her bed and stood up she brushed off her hands and found the two beautiful blondes staring at her. She pushed her newly weaved hair behind her ear and smiled a...
Part II Chapter Eight Imogen Schwarzwald grew up in a room filled with the sunny warmth of late spring mornings, even though the world she looked over was decidedly more gray. When she was just old enough to take a peek and see this world for herself, she pushed a little step-stool to the window and climbed-up to the ornate sill and looked out the room's l...
I took my time getting back from my half-baked attempt to run off with the love of my life, Janine. My surprise visit was a disaster in some ways, but good in one aspect. It gave me time to think about what I was doing wrong in my life...and how to correct it. I had almost made up my mind. I had concluded that my unconventional desires had led me to neglect...
"Hi, Mark!" you exclaim as you slip through the crowd of coworkers to greet me with a warm hug. You stand high on your tip toes and throw your arms over my shoulders while I bend over slightly to meet you half way. You're much shorter than I am but for some reason you always choose to hug in this manner, with your arms on top. But I don't complain. Honestly,...
Wherein Lie My Dreams When I was a student at the Belle Arte Academy in Florence Italy, I first encountered what the locals call Tranvestiti or Madonna della Strada; what today we refer to as Transsexual Prostitutes, sometimes including the rarer Sex-changes. Some of the Transsexuals I'd encounter were obviously men masquerading as women, sometimes sportin...
Full Synopsis: Ingrid Penhurst has received the worst punishment that can be bestowed upon a witch, bar to be burnt alive at the stake. She has been Forsaken from her Coven, and it is entirely by choice. Headstrong and gifted, she will take no part in her Aunt's bloodthirsty schemes and plans of igniting war against the lycans. Instead she spends her ti...
The snow storm lasted until Saturday afternoon and Dallas was all but paralyzed on Sunday and Monday. Walking into the office on Tuesday, I was in a very good mood because of the weekend. That lasted for all of five minutes after my first cup of coffee when Lori stuck her head in my office and announced that we had a conference call in five minutes with the...