'What a tender young thing. Wonder who she belongs to. Oh you silly cow, I'm still in the States, not the L.C. (Lesbian Confederacy) She'll be a free lady.' It was the first time I laid eyes on Amanda, sitting in the first class lounge at Kennedy all alone, sipping a Canada Dry, looking a bit lost. She had thick light brown hair that came in a simple style...
I don't think I used any slang words in this one, at least any that were obscure, so no need for a list! Also pre-warning: Read the tags. I'm also writing with the assumption you've read past chapters, if not, it doesn't really matter. Enjoy and comment! ... It was on a Chill Day night, lying in bed together naked and staring at the ceiling, I chose to...
Mom learns daughter's secret, recalls her own. I answered the bell. It was my neighbor Sandy, coming over for our morning coffee, a ritual we had started shortly after she moved into the cul-de-sac. Her husband travels a bit, as does mine, so we had opportunities to pal around together. Soon after I poured a cup for each of us, she noticed that I seemed...
We travelled light. Earl Harold went on ahead with his swiftest steed and his housecarls. Ealdgyth, myself, and the ladies in waiting followed more sedately. The old Roman roads were such a blessing, and we arrived in Westminster two days before the Christ Mass. The Court was hushed with anxiety. The old King was a saintly man, so they said. He was pious, h...
First to Terry thank you so much for taking the time to make my work worth reading. We all know I needed it. Ripley thank you so much for opening my mind to some different things. Jane Doe your writing is amazing! Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material, including very graphic descriptions of consensual sexual acts, especially...
PROLOGUE: Nicole had been living at the Saint Agatha's Orphanage in Cottonwood, Rhode Island, for just over a year now; her 18th birthday a few days away. She'd come to stay at the orphanage when her parents had both perished in horrific train accident while traveling from Rhode Island to New York for an Easter celebration; she was nearly 17 at the time and...
It has been a very stressful couple of weeks, working nonstop to make up for the time lost during the quarantine. The world is slowly starting to come out of it gradually relaxing the restriction in order to allow things to get back to normal, whichever new normal that would be. Here I was in my tiny office typing away at my keyboard, my eyes glued to the sc...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Laura travels to Vermont to be with her lesbian lover, Elizabeth. It all started when Liz kissed her at a cocktail party in Manhattan. It all started when Liz invited her to spend the weekend with her a...
Hijabi, that's what the world calls women like myself. We who wear the hijab as a sign of feminine piety and chastity in accordance to the rules of Islam. Yet so often, people pay more attention to what's on my head than they do about what's in it. My name is Halima Abdullah, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, provinc...
When I first arrived at the University of Maryland in 1998, I was more than a little intimidated. The campus seemed huge and since I was from out of state, I didn't have any friends attending with me. I had initially been drawn there by the excellent reputation of Maryland's engineering program. And, once classes got underway, it became apparent that the re...