Janel carefully set down her mug of genmaicha in its accustomed spot on the bookshelf, between a well-worn copy of Delta of Venus inherited from her mother and an equally worn thesaurus. She had one more task before settling in for an evening of reviewing erotica submissions for Lush Stories: choose the night’s background music. Definitely a vinyl night. Sleet and falling leaves outside; tea and analog in the dim, cozy, c...

I was asleep in our bed when I heard the lock turn. Sleepy eyes, I slipped out of bed, and pulled on my robe to peek into the living room. Erin had come through the door, dragging her suitcases, laptop slung over her shoulder. She saw me and grinned and we skipped across the room to embrace. Erin is Mistress Salome's other sub. In many ways, we are different. I work in a local office as a junior executive. I am home every...

Despite her numerous assurances to the contrary, I could never get my mind off my worry that Lucianna was going to lose interest in me due to the long wait. When I was finally able to get a babysitter three weeks later, she was still very much interested in going to dinner with me. And what a dinner it was, with an even better dessert. She left her apartment wearing a pair of black stilettos and a red v-cut cocktail dress...

She sat in the blue velvet chair of the swanky apartment complex lobby, comparing every man who came through the door against the picture she had committed to memory. It was important that she saw him before he saw her.  She always chose legs or cleavage – never both. After all, she didn't want to broadcast her particular occupation. Today, she chose legs. Her high-neck dress was just short enough to showcase her shapely...

We ended our last encounter sharing a shower. Nothing of any consequence occurred because we were exhausted. Sloane excused herself to go to sleep. Siobahn asked if we could talk a bit before I left.She poured us each a Jameson and repaired to the den. "I genuinely like our situation. We have a special trust and enjoy mutual respect without baggage. There are boundaries that we are very comfortable which makes our relatio...

I hadn't ever questioned my sexuality until her. Then suddenly all I knew about myself in that regard was ripped from my identity. I didn't know if I was bisexual, or lesbian, all I knew was that I wanted her. I wanted her like a relief to an ache. My pelvis would gently gyrate every time I thought of her (which was a lot). My pussy poured when I considered what it would be like to have her. I don't know what it was about...

*Teri* By noon, the sky is a clean slate in a color movie stars, myopic or not, would want to tint their contacts. Beyond the shore break's pearly grin, Dawn and I are frolicking like seals between gentle sapphire swells and a young summer sun that blazes without a care in the world.I'm squinting against the sequinned glare when a tug at my hip whirls me around. Mischief glitters with ebony brilliance from my new friend's...

Dora answered the door, knowing full well who was on the other side.  TT, also known as Theresa Tammy, her babysitter.  She lived just a few houses down and had become almost a member of the family since the baby was born.  Dora loved her because she was so perfect with the little one, so gentle and caring.  She came by not to babysit but at Dora’s request.  She had no idea why she was here, and knowing how innocent TT wa...

Sally was cleaning up at Shepherd's Bar, a roadhouse out on Rt 62. It was past closing time, but she knew there was a party outback because the real money was after hours. So long as things stayed quiet the cops wouldn't pay attention, for the very good reason that the Sheriff was likely to be there. But Shepherd's everybody saw, so it had to close and she was head of the closing crew. She wiped down the counters and watc...

  Alison trudged despondently homeward-bound up Tottenham Cunt Road. She was numb, bewildered, livid. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!” she screamed. There was no reaction from any passers-by, for whom the word, in Enlightened Europe of the twenty-first century, was mere background noise. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, CLAIRE?” Alison shouted into the middle-distance. “WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKING…” – she quietened...

Quarantine was becoming a bitch! The only good thing was wearing comfy clothes all day long. Nadine amused herself doing yoga in front of her large living room window. She wished she had a balcony like her last apartment, but at least this window caught some of the mid-morning sun, as long as she timed it right. She didn’t hate yoga, but much-preferred gym time and her kickboxing lessons. She didn’t really mind working fr...

I got home from work and there was Rachel sitting on the front porch swing sitting on one foot, ready to go. I could not believe how hot she looked in a pair of snug-fitting leggings, running shoes, and a sports tee shirt of her favorite soccer player, Megan Rapinoe. The shirt was at least one size too big for Rach and she had modified it with a vee cut at the neckline exposing a sensual swell of her ample, tan breasts I...