Isabella reclined on a plush white couch donned in a leather vest and denim jeans. Hanna sat in a wooden chair across from the couch with a canvas and easel before her. Hebrew letters on canvas were arranged to suggest the outline of Isabella's face and the strands of her hair. Hanna pressed her quill near the center of the face to make the top of a bet. A c...
This work is inspired by Calliope St. James' (aka LunaCeMore's) excellent romance series about Chrissy and Maria: How I Met My Mommy, My New Little Life, My Life as Her Good Girl, and My Little Panda Girl, a well-crafted and sensitive exploration of a budding MDLG (Mommy-domme-little-girl) relationship. I found myself troubled by the (mild) punishment elemen...
This is the second part of a series exploring an artist delighting in the female form. The story includes erotic coupling, a threesome and lesbian sex. For those who last long enough there will also be some incest, but that is all ... yet to come. Everyone engaged in sexual activity in this story is at least 18 years old. .....................................
Tracy Robinson had a hard and fast rule: Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She'd been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning; she had enough res...
I ran away from friends, activists, and reporters who were surrounding me, and headed for the room where they kept Raana in the hospital. As the first lesbian couple to get a legal marriage in our small town, we have been on the news even before today's incident, and I was already fed up with the annoying reporters or the activists who wanted to turn our pla...
The wooden floor boards of her New York apartment creaked in vain, their protests unheeded by the pacing woman within. Nicole Papadopoulos was the picture of a struggling artist. Slender with charcoal bangs poking free from her knitted walnut beanie and on down to her shoulders, Nicole pulled her cap-matching cardigan around herself to protect her olive skin...
As her eyes jolted open to darkness, Amelia found herself in the last throes of thrashing about on the bed, vaguely aware the noise trailing off in her ears was her own whimpering. Realising where she was, she took a relieved breath. Kicking back the sheet, she warily eased one long bare leg out and down until it found carpet, then slowly swivelled and let...
This is the conclusion. I am sure there are some errors I am still new to writing, however I am looking an editor for future submissions. This is part three may not make sense if you have not read the previous chapters. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. * As my week drug by, I busied myself with preparing the gallery for the show. But thoughts of Annabelle flo...
When Sherri opens her door to find the subject of her fantasies standing there, she is too shocked to breathe. The two women have a lot in common including a dream they unknowingly share. * For several days, I had studied, photographed, and lusted after my famous neighbor. She was, at once, artist, photographer and gifted pianist, who demanded that her pr...
This story is copyrighted to RenzaJones so don't reproduce it. If you're under 18 or prohibited in some way don't read this. The rest of you enjoy... And for the love of God please vote. She was walking through the rooms, down the hall in and out. She walked without purpose, her high heels echoing on the newly polished wood floors of the empty house. S...