I knew I was interested in her the minute I saw her. She was beautiful; light red hair, and pale blue eyes. Milky white skin with some freckles. Short, but not too short. Slim, but not too thin. Curves, but not too many. She said she had the body of a 10 year old boy. I disagree. I think she had the body of a 19-year old girl at the time, and man was she go...
INTRODUCTION: It is the most beautiful form of universal love that ever existed. That love is Lesbian Love. Lesbian Love is the most beautiful art form in the world. There is nothing more beautiful than to see two or more women together engaging in the fine art of female homosexuality. Whether it is the soft and tender kiss of two women together in bed...
I have a confession to make, well it's actually two confessions. The first is a confession that will allow you to understand the significance of the second confession. Anyway, I have a confession to make. First, I need to tell you about my best friend, Anna (not her real name, there are some of you who will read this, who know her and I appreciate your confi...
The next morning, Jezebel woke up with her on her mind. "Her" being Fancy. She lay there in her bed for a while, thinking about all she has been through. Jezebel Jones was always an outgoing, sociable woman. That's why she loved her job as a bartender. However, with those assets came shortcomings. Wherever she went with friends, she was the "hot chick" auto...
The noise of a harp broke through the silence. In my sleep-deprived early morning mind, piecing things together in a haphazard fashion, like putting on last night's panties with odd socks and forgetting to comb my hair, I imagined heaven and angels. Out of habit, my hand reached out, catching a breast instead of a phone. It seemed a good exchange to me. I s...
I've never been the type of girl to have a crush. Back in high school, when all of my friends were talking about the various boys of the week, I was talking about my favorite books or newest sci-fi. Sure, my friends shared some of my interests, but we never connected on that level. I guess I just never got into the wistful longing after an unobtainable targe...
Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ "All right, everyone. I've got some bad news. So listen up." Tanya O'Brien sat in the spacious dining room of the Northern Indiana Food Bank. The full-time secretary of the organization, she sat with the other staff mem...
I had been in love with her since the day I met her, in my beginning acting class. It was my freshman year of college, and everything was new and exciting, and a little scary. She was a sophomore and exuded confidence; tall and athletic, wearing a short skirt and tank top, she breezed into the room, head held high. I was slouched in one corner of the basemen...
It's a completely normal Monday as I make my way through the high school halls, passing bored looking students on their own way to class. I'm on my way to english class like many others, there certainly isn't any reason for my stomach to be fluttering like a hundred butterflies have taken residence there. But as I reach the doorway there she is, Miss Sharpe,...
As usual, I want to thank my editor for his help. Terry does a great job of finding where my mind is going too fast and skips a word or two. He also acts as a great sounding board to help me improve my stories. ***** Although Halloween had passed, the coffee shop where Dakota sat sipping her mocha was still decked out in the typical decorations. There were...