Chapter 1: Cookies & Spice The girl in the green cardigan with the rolling cart makes her way down the main street in the village of Durbin. This is the Durbin of the out-of-the-way, of where Starbucks is unlikely to penetrate, a place pleasantly apart. Down the street she rolls, looking this way and that for where hope rests, a gathering expectation in...
Disclaimers: I did borrow a little bit of the characters, like Xena, Gabrielle, Ares, and Artemis from the TV show "Xena: Warrior Princess" which belongs to MGM. So, please bear with me. Thank you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The short strawberry blonde haired woman reluctantly laces up her brown Doc Martens boots, and looks into the mirror one last time....
Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual encounters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Remember that the term 'teen' can refer to a person who is 18 or 19 years of age! This is the continuing saga of the Idol of Lesbos, which has been put to film by Margo Sullivan. I'm proud to say that my taboo story has succeeded in making headway into the a...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* After her friend, her girlfriend's rejection, Gracie sat in her car and stared blankly at the rear door of the sto...
This is the third part of a multi-part story. The first five parts are the initial book. I am adding parts as things develop with these characters. This part begins the day after part 2 ends. There is zero sex in this part, which deals with a mother's struggle to accept her daughter. Kathleen Nelson: A Mother's Struggle Sunday, 1 p.m. Early on the afterno...
Hijabi, that's what the world calls women like myself. We who wear the hijab as a sign of feminine piety and chastity in accordance to the rules of Islam. Yet so often, people pay more attention to what's on my head than they do about what's in it. My name is Halima Abdullah, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, provinc...
Author's Note: Dear Readers, As with my previous submission, this one is a slow build and a bit on the lengthy side. It may not be for everyone. For those who continue reading, I hope you enjoy. All feedback and comments are welcome. -S. Maddoxxx ***** Toni Davies sat at the stoplight waiting for green as she took into account the sparse traffic. She gl...
That had been quite an encore and lot of fucking, Shanti reminisced as she sat by the side of the balcony back at her apartment -- she came back, Sridhar was in a state of panic and Chitra informed her that the Bank also was contemplating sacking her, she was already on 20 days LoP and this was going to be a loss of a different kind, a job in hand for a slut...
After her first girl kiss, Sheila just stares, dumbfounded at the thought of what other kisses--intriguing girl kisses--she might yet receive. Suddenly she is eager, no longer worried about the dark twisty steps Clare is leading her down to the Secret Spring. Clare, still holding Sheila's hand, is wondering to herself how stupid it was to kiss this white gi...
A deep groan escaped my lips as the corset dug into my stomach as I leaned forward to exit my car. Straightening up, I breathe a sigh of relief as the corset returned to its natural shape. Rubbing my hands over my sides I reach gown to grasp the hem of the skirt and wiggle to pull it back over my ass. Nicole loved to dress me in revealing outfits and my cu...