How to begin? An older lady. My daughter insisted I get a computer. My faithful ink and paper out of date. She was right. It was nice getting her emails. She lives in Canada, I, in Birmingham, England. The speed of electronic messaging surprising. I was fearful I'd not be able to master the keyboard. Many were the hours spent flustering, mis-typing, using...
Wellllllll, this story took a bit of a surprise turn for me. I didn't see it coming. But I do have my box of tissues handy... for both my erotic writing and the sad stuff I write too. I will admit to you (my few followers-internet-friends) that I do tend to cry when my fictional characters die. Hey, don't judge. I have a soft heart. It's why I can't read bad...
Missy is "a giver" - happy to help out, to run an errand, to pitch in when times are tough or just to sit and listen when all that is needed is a shoulder to cry on and the reassurance that one is in the right. That generous nature has its fullest expression when Missy loves. The men in her past life unexpectedly found little bags of their favorite snacks in...
It was big. That was the first thing Wren noticed, if she was being honest. Big like Mina, matching the woman's strength and solidness all the way around. The clear glass dildo and its harness lay on the inn's bed, innocuous as a bridle or a glass cup. They were decidedly neither of those things. When Mina had brought this up - well, technically they b...
I tried something I thought was different in my last story Got to Choose, where the "bad girl" wins in the end. It wasn't received that well compared to my others. Oh well. Thanks for reading and for providing your feedback. Before the anons start nit picking the fast weight loss in this one, I based that on my friend. He lost 115 pounds in 9 months. Than...
Tammy laid tied on the motel room bed dressed in the red fishnet bodysuit, the dildo vibrating against her aching pussy and the metal pill humming atop her swollen clit. Her hips rolled hungrily, pushing her cunt down toward the elusive dildo, trying to make it push into her harder, to maybe penetrate her starving pussy. The head of the toy shimmered with th...
Flexing my arms, I quietly test the security of the leather cuffs around my wrists. "I wouldn't," he warns from beside the bed. I tilt my head to the right and give him innocent eyes. "Wouldn't what?" He swirls the deep, ruby hues in his wine glass and takes another sip, watching me with narrowed eyes. I can't ignore the rush of desire as my gaze slides o...
You adjust slightly in bed and suddenly I'm intently aware of your burning flesh next to me. Your hip bone... I think it touched me. Maybe I just imagined it, but I imagined it so vividly. I think of your beautiful hips, jutting up under the covers as you lie on your side, like a compass for your body. As I lie there myself I can almost feel in my hands your...
Samus brought her ship into dock with the station, the docking bay walls closing behind her. In her adventures through the galaxy she had received a signal from a remote research station. The signal informed her that the station was inhabited by a scientist AI which was programmed to keep inventing and researching for eternity. If she came to investigate, sh...
This is a continuation of a story submitted by Whiteone Redone called Suspicion and done with his permission. I liked the story but felt that it left too much unresolved. I usually try to finish my stories with some degree of justice and that's what I tried to do here. This is my ending and not his so any negative comments should be directed to me. The day...