Heading down the stairs for the drinks Sammi thought she would have a snoop around; walking into the lounge she noticed that one of the cupboard doors on the dresser was open and she just had to take a look inside, slowly pulling it open so she could see what was in it; she looked in wonderment at all the different gadgets that the girls kept in there; whips...
Hi readers! I'm writing this story on behalf of my friend who shared her experience with me. She wanted to share her experience with others, and decided this would be an excellent way of reaching people of similar interests. The following first person account is exactly the way she narrated it. * My name is Kashish, and this is the story of how my life cha...
I just loved this weather. I stood on my hotel room balcony and just watched as heat waves dance between the speeding cars. California had proved to be well worth it. The sun had seemed to remain idle in the sky since I'd arrived 3 days ago and I couldn't help but let my caramel-complexioned skin melt under its gaze. Although this trip was originally planne...
********************* Originally a collaboration (thank you Gianna and Susie for your ideas), then developed to suit the 'needs' of an extremely sexual and sensual friend. I hope you like the finished article. Read it slowly and enjoy yourself. ********************* My work in recruitment had recently exploded and taken on an international dimension, whic...
Chapter one was written twice from her own perspective from authors Brittni4u and Skye_Sub. The subsequent chapters will be collaborated and written by both girls and submitted alternately by each. Skye and Britt's adventures are just beginning and we hope you enjoy chapter two. ***** After breakfast Skye and I held hands, facing each other like teenage l...
Friday morning was tough getting up. I wasn't hungover but I felt like I hadn't slept a wink. Memories of Julie flooded back to me as my alarm went off, I reached to hit the snooze button and checked to see if there was a text from her. Nothing. I was hopeful but didn't really expect anything. I rolled over, cuddled Kisa, and smiled as I remembered our kiss...
(Dedicated to Margaret (my Margarita) for her patience with me, for her strength and her wisdom, for bringing out all my innermost secrets, and most of all, for teaching me the meaning of devotion and love as only another woman can understand.) * It was morning ... that was obvious. I could see the first rays of sunshine streaming into the room through the...
This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think that you might be offended please try another story. Chapter One If I had to find a few adjectives to describe myself I would use pretty, intelligent, principled; someone guided by a clear moral compass. Then why was I kneeling on the bed with the headset tight agai...
Wendy stood on the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. A breeze rustled the leaves of a nearby maple tree and tickled her face. Swayed by the moving air, a desiccated leaf fell in front of her. She brushed aside some strands of her honey blonde hair that covered her eyes. Hearing some hurried steps behind her back, Wendy turned...
Authors Note - This story is mostly about lesbian sex, but it does include some incest, too. If you're not into that sort of thing, you might want to skip this one. It was almost midnight on a Friday evening and all was dark on that tree-lined suburban avenue save for the periodic pools of light cast by the street lights. It would be erroneous to say th...