Right after school, Wendy texted Sarah and Madelynn to see if they're free this afternoon, but they both replied that they were busy. Lauren called Wendy suddenly, saying that she can't meet up with her because of a sudden errand. Sarah hadn't given her any assignments yet. Wendy was instinctively trying to find an excuse to not visit the address. It wasn't...
Brianna Miller rested her head against the glass window in the back of the van as she watched the rain pour down in torrents. 5pm on New Year's Eve and she was driving through some backwoods town looking for a crummy hotel in a horrible rainstorm. With her head throbbing and aching back, she bitterly reflected on how a day that held so much promise was now e...
Authors Note: This story was originally written for the Sapphic Erotica Festival. The parameters for the story were that it involved one of the muses and was a lesbian tale. Clia Johansen sat at the very back of the darkened auditorium fighting to keep her eyes open. At the podium Professor Roberts rambled on about Alexander the Great or Hannibal or some ot...
Hi, So I'm back with yet another Lesbian story. You'd think I'd eventually run out of ideas at this rate. This story is in response to several commenters who want me make Heather Franklin a more sympathetic character. In this piece, I take her back to her roots, to the person she wanted to be, rather than the one she became. Although this is a story that...
"You wanted to see me, Shelby?" Annette Delany asked as she knocked on the opened door of the office and stuck her head inside. "Sally's not at her desk and ..." "Come on in and have a seat, Annette." he replied with a quick wave of his hand as he continued his phone conversation. "I'll be with you in a few minutes." The 22 year old brunette stepped into t...
To start this chapter, It is two years later. Both Jenny and Carrie are now 18, and both are still diving and golfing and doing very well. I will take this time to thank you all for reading and bearing with me for the first 8 chapters. They both just came home from a 3 golf tourney tour. This would prove to be their last as Amateurs. ----------------------...
Rachel and Janie's Magical Massage, Part 1, A Place to Go... "It's in the loft in that building over there." Says Rachel. Hmm, I think, dark street, old brick building, less than inspiring neighborhood, not to mention it's 10 at night—what's not to worry about. "Rach," I say tentatively, "maybe we ought to think about this? We've both had too much to dr...
Welcome back again! Since you are here, I'm assuming you've read Parts 1 and 2 of this story, and you probably hate me a bit right now. I would too. I'm glad you came back anyway! And at least this wasn't too long of a wait, was it? This is the eagerly anticipated conclusion of The Trainer. As always, I'd love to hear what you think! I enjoy every comment an...
This one is based on a true story... I'm joking, I wish! This is a slow burn story with lots of build-up but I think you'll find it worth your while. I know I did when I was writing it! I would love to hear your reactions - happy reading! * * * * * Against my better judgement, I opened the kitchen cupboard and peered at the shelf that should contain my s...
Erin pored over the bills in front of her. For two years now she had lived on her own after finally getting a good job and getting away from her parents. She was twenty-one and lived in a small apartment in the middle of Seattle. Her job was a critique, reviewer and video maker for video games, movies and just about whatever came to her mind. A website paid...