Geneen, Paula and I went from the bedroom into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The massage setting on the showerhead seemed to be the best choice as we moved beneath the water. The rhythm of the pulsing stream felt so sensual on our already sensitized bodies – the afterglow of our recent sexual calisthenics was with us still. I adjusted the temperature of the water so that it was warm enough to feel good for all o...

At first glance of the room, anyone walking by the apartment window looking in would’ve thought it was cleaning day. There were a couple of small piles of clothes thrown on the floor and multiple cushions pulled off the couch. But looking further in, that glance would have also revealed two naked women entwined tightly on the ground, breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. Colette, lying on one of the cushions, has a...

Roll was never a good student, generally being apathetic when it came to anything that involved paper and pencil. Sports completely bored her, fashion made her yawn, and she couldn't cook to save her life. Some looked at her as a failure that didn't have a future ahead of her, but in her heart she knew that wasn't the case. There was one thing that Roll enjoyed in her life, one thing that made Roll actually care, and it w...

“Dawn, what a beautiful home, on a street full of beautiful homes,” said Rhonda as they parked in Dawn’s driveway. “Thank you. It’s a long way from that dive we rented in college, huh?” “A looong fucking way. Whoops, I don’t usually drop the F-bomb like that. I think I’m feeling those two glasses of Chablis.” “Hey, I told you to finish the second half of your sandwich. “Yeah, yeah.” Anyway, welcome to Chez Parker. Here, g...

Chapter Nine. A Study In Scarlett, part two. Two hours before kick-off at 7.45 Scarlett took the railway train from Liverpool Street station to White Hart Lane. There she joined the thousands of other supporters gathering for the big game. Emma had told her she would meet her at the Park Lane end of the stadium as she was intending to test out her new purchase, her Honda 500 motorcycle with the six speeds and 471cc displa...

It was 9.54am when I awoke fully from my slumber, alone in bed. The room was beginning to heat up rapidly. If the weather forecast was correct, it was going to be a very hot day, which meant humid too. Rolling onto my back, to where Ronni had lay next to me, the sheet was very wet. Throwing back the duvet, I got out of bed, needing to empty my bladder. I stood up, relieved not to be experiencing any signs of hangover. Wit...

I moved one of my hands to her clit and began to rub while my other fingers pulled on one of her nipples. She was moaning so loudly I couldn’t even hear myself think. I reached down and tore my wet thong off my body and shoved it into her mouth. I watched as she sucked on it between muffled moans. “Can you feel me stretching your pussy, little girl?” At this point, she’d lost the power of speech and only garbled moans cou...

Tina stared angrily at the door that belonged to a woman who worked under her and reluctantly knocked on it. Even with her resting bitch face, she was a beautiful woman. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a well-formed body that she hid away out of shame. The reason for all the mess she was in now came from her cruel behavior towards the gays who worked with her. Mary, a coworker of hers, had filmed her sister...

Chapter Eight. 'A Study in Scarlett.' It was only natural that after six months of trying to adjust to the modern world of 2023, Scarlett Holmes was feeling decidedly melancholy. Her comfortable life and career as the country's best-known and most successful consulting private detective had gone, gone, in the swirling mists of the Reichenbach Falls of 1891, as she plummeted to her presumed death, only to mysteriously emer...

Chapter Seven. 'The Adventure of the Naked Sussex Vampire' It was indeed a rare day when Scarlett Holmes was proven wrong. With a purely analytical brain, it was totally unexpected. This story tells of that rare occasion when she was wide of the mark. x The day had started when Scarlett returned on a wet afternoon to the flat belonging to Doctor Emma Watson in Canary Wharf. She heard what seemed to be heavy moaning and lo...

I had to go to work on New Year's Eve but only until two o'clock. Many workers would spend the rest of the day in the pub but that wasn't really my style. Once two o'clock rolled around, I was going straight home to prepare for the big night with Carole. The paperwork tasks were mostly carried out during the time between Christmas and New Year's Eve by me and my skeleton staff and had been completed. Just a few hundred bu...

Chapter Six. The conclusion of The Case of the Five Orange Lips. xxx To say that Scarlett Holmes was bored to tears was an understatement. The private detective from yesteryear had spent a tedious morning researching the ancient Indian practice of yoga. To her, the renowned physical exercise basically involved a series of postures accompanied by various breathing sequences. She closed her book, sat it on her lap, and look...

Chapter Five. 'The Five Orange Lips' The wind howled around the tall apartment block that was Harbour Way, and as the night drew in rapidly, the storm grew wilder and louder, and the rain lashed the windows with a savage ferocity. Emma Watson's stylish flat was on the twenty-fifth floor of the serviced building by the River Thames, and it was her pride and joy. The main room had a contemporary look with hardwood floors, u...

On Monday afternoon, I was surprised to find two strange men in the living room when Rex brought me home from the barbershop. It was only the fact that I was stark naked except for my cock-cage and collar that I felt constrained from confronting them. Instead, I tried to kind of slip past them quickly to go to my room. "Wait a minute, Gianna," said Rex, entering behind me, "don't you want to welcome your guests?" I stoppe...