I came out of the bedroom holding a pair of handcuffs. Amelia was still asleep on the couch from the Netflix marathon we had earlier. I had a lot of plans for her; I just wasn't sure how to start them. I walked over to her and started to think about what had been going on the last few weeks. It was nothing short of my worst relationship nightmare. How was I...
It has been a very stressful couple of weeks, working nonstop to make up for the time lost during the quarantine. The world is slowly starting to come out of it gradually relaxing the restriction in order to allow things to get back to normal, whichever new normal that would be. Here I was in my tiny office typing away at my keyboard, my eyes glued to the sc...
Part The Second: In Which the Maiden Esme Winterblossom, Taken Captive By The Sapphic Pirate Miranda And Her Crew of BBWs (Brazen Buccaneer Wenches), Finds Solace In The Arms of a Chubby Young Scullery Maid Named Amelia, Who Having Shown Her The Delights of "The Tingle," Promises To Return To The Cabin Where She Is Being Held, That Night For More of The Same...
Now that the initiation ceremony was over, the other girls moved off to pleasure each other in whatever way took their fancy. While most of the other girls went their own way, Rose continued to finger Veronica's ass, almost like she was unable to stop herself. She was soon joined on the bed by Harriet and Maggie, a girl with long, light brown, wavy hair, gr...
Entries From the Diarie of Miss Esme Winterblossom, a Young Lady of Breeding and Beauty, Who Is Taken Captive By The Sapphic Pirate Miranda And Her Crew of Fat, Half-Naked Hell-Wenches, And Subjected To Dreadful Torments As Well As (It Must Be Admitted) Temptations, Which She Is Not Entirely Able To Resist * * * June 8, 17-- Dearest Diarie, I am most exc...
Ok, so this is my first shot at a girl/girl story. Constructive criticism would be great. I'm taking a chance with this one... ========= A goddess. After ten years that one word was what popped into my head at the sight of her. At 5' 5", bewitching blue eyes, a perfect smile, and brown tendrils that always held a particular sweet scent, she was the embodi...
I was going cruising down a country road. I was upset and just wanting to clear my head. James and I had just moved and I didn't know the area. I must have been going to fast, because I started to loose control. I ran off the road and into a field. I think I hit a tree but I was knocked out. When I came to, I didn't know where I was or why I hurt. As I laid...
If you have liked this story, please give your valuable feedback. Thank You. The whole thing was stupid, and I really wanted to be somewhere, anywhere else. But I had agreed to the sleepover at Julia's and she hadn't allowed me to go back on my word. Thus I was stuck with spending the evening with her, that stuck-up bitch Jenny, a strange Goth called Stacey...
Part the Fifth: In Which the Lady Esme Winterblossom, By This Time Most Firmly Resolved To a Life of Sapphic Piratehood and Utter Unladylike Dissolution Aboard the Vessel of Miranda, Makes a New Friend Among Miranda's Captives, Endures Battle at Sea and The Loss of One Most Dear To Her, and Receives a Surprising Honor From the Infamous Miranda Herself. * *...
Without fail I can identify when I notice someone for the first time. "Noticing" someone isn't the same as meeting them -- that's when you hear a name, shake hands or exchange greetings at some social function or introduction. Of course then you become aware of someone's existence. But "noticing" is different. For me it's when some individual's feature --...