The following story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. "To be one's self, and unafraid whether right or wrong, is more admirable than the easy cowardice of surrender to conformity." (Irving Wallace) "To see the right and not to do it is cowardice." (Confucius) k.d. lang, her voice like a bell, was going crazy imitat...
Chapter Fifty-Three My weekend after the Aberdeen trip was a quiet one. I got back to Skipton early Saturday afternoon and, due to my nerdish nature, went straight in to work. And worse confessions are yet to come: on Sunday I was swotty all day as well as nerdish. My excuse is that by then I was into the final furlong of my academic career. Yes, my blitzk...
Thanks for the feedback on the first chapter, it was my first attempt at a 'lesbian' story and I'm glad to see it went down well. This chapter picks up about a half hour after the end of the first one. Warning -- There are references to sexual violence that may offend some readers. * I arrived at the hospital and ran inside, I was running through my head...
Note: So, who is "best girl" to y'all? Let me know if you enjoyed this chapter and what you're looking forward to! Enjoy! -- After everything, I felt like I needed some time off. With the weekend in full swing, I notified everyone in my immediate vicinity (just Sixcia and mom, pretty much) that I'd be vegging out until further notice. I was exhausted. H...
Anna walked slowly around in her robe, cleaning as she went. Her long brown hair went almost to her waist and her warm brown eyes danced with thoughts of her beautiful Mistress. Mistress Lex was at work and trusted her slave with all the duties. From cleaning and cooking to being naked and ready for her Mistress' soft hands. Walking slowly she dusted and whi...
I've known I'm bi since I was 16, but heteronormativity and sequential boyfriends in my uni days meant I never got to do more than some makeout sessions. I think my favourite was with a girl a foot shorter than me, in front of a club, with the bouncers cheering us on... The height difference meant I had a fabulous view of her bountiful cleavage, and she pres...
"Wog" = Australian slang for Greeks and other Southern Europeans. It used to be a racist insult, but it's been almost entirely reclaimed, and these days it's mostly used self-referentially by Australians of Mediterranean ancestry. * I didn't see Phoebe again before she went back to Sydney. She was doing family stuff. I was racking up overtime fixing a few...
My name is Gail. I'm a forty-seven. Scott is my handsome eighteen year old son. His father and I are separated. I live in an apartment on the lower level of my younger sister, Gloria, and her husband's house. My place opens to the backyard patio. Scott splits his time, living one week with me and every other week at his father's. He has a very cute redhead...
Thanks to Erosite for the edit. I plan on making this a series. I love ~constructive~ criticism. * The first day of summer was finally here. Although I'm not who you might think as modelesque, I was proud of the weight that I had lost since the beginning of the year, thirty-two pounds, to be exact. I had gotten down to a size 6-8 dress. When I realized t...
Author's note: I want to sincerely thank the Volunteer Editor Program through Literotica and more specifically Alena B. Without Alena B's spot on edits, readers would believe, like some of my prior work, that I dictated the story to Siri on my iPhone 6, while I was cumming. (If this did happen, and I'm not saying it did, there is no reason you do not deserve...