(This is my first story and I'm not very good with like where to put another paragraph etc. Enjoy) (All characters are over the age of 18) I first saw Anna when she awkwardly came walking into my second period chemistry class. She had stunning blonde hair that matched her sparkling blue eyes. She had a very fit and toned body which fit her C size boobs (I...
Author's Note: This is my seventh story and it's fiction as well as my own fantasy since at the time I wrote it I hadn't yet been with another woman, by the time I wrote Part Two I had been…I also have plans for at least a third part if not more in store! You'll notice there's no #6 in my stories…I had written one and I thought it was one of my best, but sa...
It was eleven o'clock at night when Jenna arrived in town after her ten hour bus ride. She wasn't sure this was the best time to be traveling to the city, but she needed to leave home as soon as possible. Jenna had just turned 18, and decided that it was time to leave home and get out on her own. An aspiring actress, she decided the city would be the best pl...
Joana was having a gay day. She stood in her high heeled shoes, full makeup and a short black dress giving evil looks to every guy who checked her out, and practically blowing kisses at all the women. She did this same thing for around two months every time she broke up with a guy. This time however, she had gone a little further with it. She had been datin...
Anita Parsons was on the eight fifty four. Normally she caught the five seventeen and so by this time she would have been home, had her bath and dinner and been curled up in front of the telly deciding whether she would pop off to bed after this program or the next one. She led, as you will have deduced, a very orderly life. This, though, was stock-take da...
For background on this story, see "Cindy Lou Moves to New York". Cindy Lou looked out the window at the landscape whipping past as the bus barreled down the highway. Only about one hour was left of the 28 hour ride from Birmingham and she was looking forward, although with some trepidation, to starting her new life in New York. The ride was boring but it ha...
Just a few notes: First, most folks seemed to enjoy "Patricia and Sandra: A Love Story". And while most understood why the story seemed rushed (well that is because it was rushed by design), some wanted to hear more of their story, so here it is. The Story of how they became "us". Second, although I am mostly straight, 90% of the folks in my life that I...
Author's Note: The following is an interracial lesbian story. If you find this theme offensive, please find another story to enjoy. This is also my 2012 entry for the Literotica Nude Day contest; as always, please cast only one vote per reader, and comments are very much appreciated and enjoyed. I would also like to give a big thanks to BradBigBrain for edi...
My name is Fiorenza. It's Italian and it means flower. Momma loves flowers. Every summer, daisies bloom in the field behind our home. When I was little, I'd run through the field pretending I was in one of those laundry detergent commercials on TV. You know, in a flowing dress with daisies all around? I'd pick a bunch for Momma and she'd smile and say, "Renz...
The bus was just creeping along, it was snowing like crazy and the roads were super slippery. Tess and I were sitting alone, way in the back of the bus, trying to stay warm. There was a heater vent back there, but it didn't help much. All the boys on the trip were sitting a few rows ahead of us, and they were making a lot of noise. Tess looked me and whisp...