This is the continuing story of a suburban housewife as she discovers the joy of unbridled sex. I recommend you read the first three chapters for context Kelly - Suburban housewife and first time visitor to the mansion John - Kelly's husband and visitor to the mansion Anne - Dominatrix and owner of the mansion Trisha - Visitor to the mansion and friend o...
Hi Litsters, After the unexpectedly good reception for my first lesbian story earlier this year, I've decided to try my hand at writing another one. Unlike most other things I've written, this one is a quaint, tranquil romance between an older and a younger woman. I hope you like it. This story was originally planned as my entry into the Earth Day contest,...
Chapter One (June 1997) The old Temperance Hall was packed with anxious sixth form students from three different schools, a lot of them ready to take their last-ever A-level exam. The final Physics paper kicked off at 9am. Two and a half hours later, in many cases, it would be the end of the trail. Well okay, so would-be chemists had another sitting to en...
Author's Note: It's been a while since I indulged in a spot of girl-girl erotica. Generally I feel that the female touch is best in this category (women knowing women etc.) but it's the craft I love most of all and the art of human communication that I love to explore through this medium. I'm just revisiting, albeit briefly. Please forgive the liberties I...
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon as Donna Travers returned home from the grocery store to her pleasant San Francisco flat, only to discover that her gorgeous-18-year-old girlfriend had arrived there before her, and was currently lying, stretched-out on her stomach across the older woman's large & luxurious four-poster bed, wearing only a tiny white bra & pan...
Chapter 17 Miss Helena herself took on the role of mentoring Terry as the young woman began her service in the very exclusive salon. She liked the girl; she was polite, warm, and friendly. She treated all with respect, from the very wealthy client that came once a month for pampering and care, to the client that had scraped and scrimped and saved just enou...
Hi, I'm Mikki. I am twenty-four and I am a lesbian. I think. I say "I think" because there might be a couple of discrepancies in that opening statement. Firstly, I'm really Mikela, but absolutely nobody ever calls me that. The twenty-four claim is accurate enough. I've got my birth certificate at home, if you don't believe me. The second discrepancy . . ....
The steam rose from the street girders in lazy, smoky waves. They were mysteriously lit in different sections by the intermittent street lights surrounding the portal to the underground train. I didn't like the gassy, oily smell of the streets as it was; the steam only served to bring that stench up from the blackened streets to the eyes, nose and mouth of a...
"It's a girl, Mom!" My son-in-law Zack chirped exuberantly through the phone. "It's a girl. You have a beautiful granddaughter." Pressing my cell phone firmly to my ear, I couldn't believe how blank my mind had suddenly gone. Of all the things I thought I would say at this moment, I was at a complete loss for words and was finding it difficult to breathe. N...
Recently, I have been receiving a lot of mail accusing me of rushing into the sex scenes too quickly. "You seem to be in a hurry. Why don't you spend some pages describing the situation in more detail?" was the common refrain. While I do admit that this is the case with most of the stories that I post on the site, let me remind readers that I write for the...