NOTE: All characters engaging in sexual relations are over the age of 18. This story was originally posted a few days ago. I pulled it to correct a number of egregious editing errors, for which I apologize. Please note, I have placed a story within a story, so the narrative shifts from third-person to first person for a while. However, I have placed heading...
First of all, I call myself a slut, not with shame, but with pride. Webster's defines slut as first, a slovenly girl, second as a promiscuous girl, then as a prostitute and a saucy girl, and finally a minx - which sounds to me like a small furry animal. I don't know where they get off with slovenly, I mean, I have very high standards of personal cleanliness,...
Sweet warm spring air blew through the open window as I drove in Rural North Carolina. Everywhere flowers, trees, and shrubs were in bloom, the air smelled so sweet that I almost hyperventilated smelling it. Close by I glimpsed the river I was trying to get to, but "No Trespassing" signs had me stopped. I'd been trying to get down to the river for almost an...
Power Players of Crimson Valley: The Lesbian Maker Part One: Butt of the Joke "The Lesbian Maker? Really?" Heidi said to her partner with raised eyebrow. "Yeah, she's the new crime boss that's moved into Crimson Valley. Vice says she's based in The Rose's Thorn." Camila responded in a matter of fact tone. "I mean it makes sense being stationed out of a ga...
SS38: "Lost And Found" (holiday tribute #5) ***** Here then is a bittersweet but touching lebbi heartwarmer, especially for those of you more sentimental Sapphiles. It's a little on the lengthy side, so I apologize if the Reader feels it takes a tad long to reach the intimate portions. It has a character crossover from my first holiday tribute, "Home For C...
I rolled over to look out of the window, frowning at the sound of chirping birds, and then glanced over at the clock. I shouldn't complain, right? After all, everyone had been bitching and moaning about the dark, cold, snowy winter months. Chirping birds meant spring...and ultimately summer. So what if it was 8:30 in the morning? The birds weren't governed b...
Author's Note - Thanks for all the high ratings and positive feedback so far, please leave comments if you enjoyed. Lot of romance at the start, sorry this series really is a slow burner, but also a lot more sex in the second half of this one so feel free to skip to that. If youre offended by incest or fetishes such as pee, feet and pregnancy, probably best...
(Thanks as ever to Lisa Jones for her advice and encouragement; and for playing severely practical warm-weather Shackleton to my airily romantic Scott.) Miss Burns retrieved the two bags of shopping from the car and carried them in through the front door of the cottage she shared with Miss Weston. The smell of burning bread alerted her as soon as she went...
Author's Note: This is a story about Leigh, a girl who doesn't know what she wants, and a woman who is just too much. After being urged to set herself free, Leigh learns about all the different ways to leave a lover. Drop Off The Key is my contribution to the 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover event. ** We descended a narrow set of wooden stairs, the steps bare...
As always, please favorite, comment, rate etc. I loved hearing from you all. ************************ Part 3 It had been over a week since the twin's party. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Nell. All day. All night. All the moments in between. I was borderline obsessed. I had gone camping alone overnight a few days earlier just to clear my head....