If you're under eighteen, or are turned off by two beautiful women in hot sexual contact, stop reading here. Otherwise, enjoy! And let me know if you enjoyed the story, and want to see more by emailing. This story is dedicated to meu amor from afar, Raquel, in Brazil. I thank her for the inspiration for this tale of sudden girl-girl lust. May our hands rea...
"You're coming with us, Anna?" Mona's offer took the Ukrainian girl by surprise. "To your cabin?" "Why not? It's not that small. Sure we can fit you in there. Unless you prefer to stay here with all the others?" The choice was not a difficult one. Their entire class had come along on this forest trip. The main cabin would be packed, 19-20 of her classma...
Chapter 2: Toe Fucking at Lunch (This story continues directly after the events of Letting Go I) .................... She had to run to catch her bus. Her skirt was short and she was wearing no knickers, her knees were weak after the morning love games, her loins tenderized from the breakfast spanking, and, to make her vulnerability even worse, her heels...
Rachel slammed the door behind her as she stomped her way down the walk, towards her car. This was the last straw; she didn't have to put up with his bullshit any more. Where did he get off telling her whom she could and couldn't see? He was just possessive, controlling, whining, jackass. Yes, she thought to herself. A jackass was exactly what he was. "Fine...
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...
I was standing in front of my tiny, jumbled closet looking in vain for suitable clothes to take to New Orleans. It had been sooo easy down in the Caribbean because all I needed was a couple pieces of floss to wear over my itty bitty titties and Brazilian waxed coochie. Rich, poor, who knew when you're half naked and dripping wet? Who am I, you may be asking...
Chapter 1, My Summer of Firsts Janelle was helping me pack up the remaining items in the apartment when she came across a photo of me, my sister Amy and our friend Allison. I gazed at the photo and fondly remembered the events of nine years ago. We were standing with our arms around each other in front of the swimming pool in my backyard. But, it was Amy's...
A sequel of sorts to the story "Pursuit Of the Hirsute", and the story tags attached along with the title and category indicate the subject matter. This is not a love story and is rather rough-edged. ***** Cara is a middle aged librarian who from her appearance fits a lot of stereotypes. A plain and rather mousy woman who wears a minimum of make-up and doe...
The Organization, Part 9 - First Assignment Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers (Wednesday, the Twelfth of the Month) "So, what's the surprise?" Victoria asked. Her sky blue eyes flashed hungrily at the box I was holding, her perfectly coiffed blonde hair swung over her neck and shoulders as she sat on the Bergere cane couch next to me. I could feel the hea...
MORNING HAS BROKEN The petite blonde, an attractive sophomore in college, wakes up first, and obeying the inevitable first-thing-in-the-morning call of nature, swings her feet out of bed, her feet and legs, like the rest of her, bare and susceptible to the slight early morning chill in the spacious bedroom. Her nipples are erect from the chill, the rough-pe...