Marilyn (Maz) Foster was sitting up in my bed, her back to the bed head and I was lying across the bed with my head in her lap, looking up at her. Until a few minutes before I had been lying face down but when my objective had been achieved, I turned over...
Saturday. It was Rhonda’s mouth on mine. How could I have foreseen that? Her blonde hair fell across me, caressing me as her mouth covered mine and her tongue entered me. It seemed so long, so sinuous. I felt it might go down my throat. One hand was on my...
I hadn’t expected this and the unexpected is so often more exciting, more heady than the planned or anticipated. Her mouth hard on mine, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and her leg between mine while her hands explored first my back, then my hair, the...
Her long, pianist’s fingers were stroking my labia. Her mouth covered mine and we were dancing as the band played a number we loved. The crowd effectively concealed our lovemaking and the fact my skirt buttoned from waist to knee meant one button popped a...
The following evening Livia was already on her balcony when I went out onto mine. She was dancing again, in the same sinuous manner and I sat, sipping a nice rose wine and watched. For some moments she made no eye contact and I took in the sight of her. S...
I was in the sitting room on the sofa, wearing my blue pyjamas when I heard her key in the front door. I got up to meet her and help her off with her coat. There was no need to ask how her day had gone, the pallor of her skin, the dark rings under her eye...
It was the first evening that the weather had been warm enough so I opened my curtains and then the sliding window and stepped out onto my balcony. The fresh, Spring air was a tonic and I placed my glass of wine on the balcony table and sat in the rattan...
The resort was on a small Caribbean island called High Beacon. It was exclusive, eye-wateringly expensive and beautiful. Expense was no object to me now because I was not, at that time, the impoverished Gala but, thanks to the Trinity, I was Tanya Moreton...
The girl sitting on the steps of the shepherd’s hut turned her head languidly towards us, her long black hair masking one side of an exquisite face. She smiled and stood gracefully, her breasts now fully exposed. They were beautiful too. Lucy advanced tow...
I first met the dark horse when I was working as a waitress in a gay bar in London. It was a great place to work because the guys kept their hands to themselves and so did most of the women. The bar was owned by a friendly older dyke called Ham and she li...
I was lying naked, post-orgasmic, following a wonderful time with a girl. I call her a girl but she was a woman about thirty and we’d met a few hours before in a bar in the seedier end of Hollywood. I’d gotten her back to my place and one thing led to ano...
Faye Millerton reveals a little... Catherine Meadows was Vanessa Staunton’s new bitch. I doubt if she’d have called herself that but she was, it was obvious. I was a bit jealous, to be honest. Van, as we members of ‘Dole Queue’ knew her, was a gorgeous...
I stood beside her as she read. I had my hands on her desk and was watching the way her glasses had slipped to the end of her nose. I didn’t move when her hand slid up my thigh under my skirt. “Oh,” she said absently, “this is good, very good.” I had...
She turned from the kitchen counter and looked straight into my eyes. Her finger went down to her fly-zip and she smiled. “You know what the Ghurkas say about their kukris don’t you?” I nodded. “Say it.” Her look was stern. “If you take it out you have...
Relationships sometimes start with what I call the slow burn. Like the one I had with a girl from work. We’d known each other and liked each other for a long time but it wasn’t until we were travelling together that anything happened. I’d never been sure...
