Hey, everybody. This is a standalone story, though it involves characters from the Girls of Manchester story line and another story I have yet to finish. I hope you enjoy it. There is nothing in the way of sexual activity in this story. I am placing it here merely because it involves an active story line that does. Either way, I hope you will still be willin...
The question hung in the air of the loft like a big annoying, slightly under filled helium balloon. But instead of saying 'happy birthday', it said something quite different. "So, sisters huh?" Ava sat on the chair, legs crossed, sipping her coffee and looking every bit the naked sexy woman she looked like earlier. Except now she had asked a question I ce...
Keys tapped on the keyboard of the laptop, the click clacking becoming a mundane sound in the background to the conversation of the user of said laptop. Fingers flying across the laptop like a pianist plying their trade, not even noticing how fast she worked. Even while frantically tapping away with her work her attention was only half focused on what she wa...
I love butches. In particular, I love a butch who knows she's a butch. A butch that owns her masculinity, is not afraid to spend a little money on a piece of eye candy such as myself...who knows how to treat a lady like a lady. So, when this caramel colored, statuesque accountant at my office, with shoulder length dreadlocks and dimples to die for, asked me...
Elain here -- I'm back. Sorry for the delay, but I had to rest my fingers. Typing wears me out, and I needed my fingers for something else. I think you can probably guess what it was. In response to the multiple queries -- yes the twins are fine. More specifically to answer the one person who asked "how [they] were hanging", the answer is: THEY'RE NOT! They...
It might have been my stirring as I came awake that roused Shade. She snuggled in closer then, apparently realizing that there was a body with her in her bed, lifted her head, looked at me with puffy, sleepy eyes, and smiled. She rose, leaned over me, and kissed me warmly. Voice husky with remnants of sleep, she said, "Hello slut. What a pleasure to wake up...
** November 27th, 2015 ** Lissy Saturday night, late, my phone rang. "Good lord, who's calling you so late at night," Kara asked, her voice thick with sleep. "It can't be good this late, babe," I said as I opened the phone. It was Rachel, who was crying. My heart sank, and I felt myself tense. "Honey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" "It's June, Mo...
This story snuck up on me in the middle of another writing project. It kept insisting I write it, wouldn't let me go. Who am I to resist? Those of you who have read my other stories know that I don't do short. This one is also a slow burn with a long build-up, but I'm sure you'll find it worth your while. You don't need to have read my other work first, but...
Hello friend. Welcome to Chapter Five of my series, Wheels In Motion. If you haven't read Chapters One through Four, then... You know what? You do you, my friend. If you want to go into this chapter blind and be all confused and stuff, that's your jam? Who am I to stop you? I hope you enjoy this chapter, however you got here. As always, this chapter o...
(Author's note: This story is 14 Lit pages long. Please take your time reading and enjoying it. BTW, it is a purely lesbian story with regard to religion and its effects on lesbians) Chapter 1 There is no doubting that a female is a work of art, some more so than others, a few bordering on perfection. It was something that I concluded for myself when I fi...