INTRODUCTION: It is the most beautiful form of universal love that ever existed. That love is Lesbian Love. Lesbian Love is the most beautiful art form in the world. There is nothing more beautiful than to see two or more women together engaging in the fine art of female homosexuality. Whether it is the soft and tender kiss of two women together in bed...
Ann Thomas was the 42 year old wife of a bank executive. Her life was filled with taking care of her two cute kids, volunteering, tennis, and of course shopping. To look at Ann, one could see a woman who although she dressed quite modest, was very attractive. She had always taken good care of herself physically, so she had a nice body. She was always a bit s...
It may have been December but it was still a warm day in the Valley of the Sun in Arizona. Natalie was on the way home from Christmas Shopping. It would be her first Christmas since her divorce. At fifty-two she was still attractive with dark hair and dark eyes. Even though it was a loveless marriage she still missed the fact that she was alone. She was a wo...
Disclaimer: All of the characters are over 18 and while I wish this were true, it is a work of fiction. Also, there is a story line to the romance, so if you're looking for a quick sex story to read, try another story. We ended up going to a local cocktail lounge I had learned about from some coworkers. We ordered our drinks (both margaritas) and we sit...
"No, I don't have any plans for the holiday." ... "All the buses out of town were booked. It's honestly not a big deal. I'll just spend it here; the weather is beautiful!" ... "I only had a little bit of work to do, and I took care of it earlier today." ... "I know, I'll call you if anything changes." ... "Love you too! See you soon! Bye!" I ended t...
-11- Spring had sprung in our part of the world; buds were breaking through the ground, the snowpack had melted from the city and its parks, birds of color were returning, and my winter coat was hung in the closet until next winter. Brie announced that she was moving to Europe; accepting a promotion from her company, she'd be headquartered and living in Lo...
I enter the bar warm and glowing after a delicious day on the beach. This is my second night on the island of Ibiza and I can hear the gentle lapping of the Mediterranean against the stone walls that ring the harbor. Images of the day zing through my mind – sun, sand, jet skiing, people watching. This is an island that is buzzing with the energy of youth and...
Sami and Jena did venture across the river that following week, as planned. Both were dressed to attract, and attract they did. Their plan was to dance and tease with some of the locals that hang out there, at the Loft, but the surprise turned out to be on them. Even though it was the middle of the week, the bar was crowded with patrons; drinking at the bar...
It had been ages since the last time I gone out. I was never one to go places that include alcohol, loud music and sweaty bodies. Work, the online games, those were my life. Friends knew it would be difficult to get me to leave the house. No one could blame me really. You get with a small town and people you want to see but dare not seek them out. Tonight w...
Denise stood outside of the club, her stomach nervous with butterflies. "Come on," she said to herself, "you can do it." She pushed the door opened and stepped inside. It was nicer than what she imagined - a long bar against the back wall with a dozen vinyl stools in front of it, luscious velvet booths lined the back of the clubs - some had curtains surro...