by Zara Greene as told to BrettJ © 2006 I really don't know where to start, so I guess I will start at the beginning. Okay, here goes .... My name is Zara and it's a Dutch name. Well, the first name is. My father was a Canadian construction worker working in Holland when he met my mother, and fell for her, hard. My parents came to this country from Holland...
The exquisite adventures continue. Thanks for all the feedback, darlings! Please, keep it cumming. Andrea x x (...and I ADORE in the comments of Chapter 4 when someone suggested Tammy might be a shemale! A special muah x to you for that!) ------------------------------- In the next few days, it emerged between Danielle and Bethany that they had both bec...
Dear Readers, Long overdue. Sorry x ----------------------- In the back of the limo, Simone sat tight in between the two other girls, and turning first to Danielle, it was mere seconds before she had swam her tongue into that girl's hot mouth when they joined. Dani felt the invader and responded to its passionate onslaught, sucking on the muscle swirling...
Introduction I first started this story about 2 years ago under the same title. My online name then was Holly14695. Unfortunately, due to a family bereavement, I had to take a pause from my online activities. However, that is history. I am back now and of the several stories I wrote here previously, I chose this one to resume albeit with a lot of alterations...
Author's note. This is a fictitious story, but written in first person about finding a lesbian lover while on the road on assignment. ***** I'm Janie Hazzard and I'm a lesbian on a work assignment away from my soulmate. This is a story where I misread some signals and what happened. I work for one of the big four accounting companies. In particular, I do...
My best friend's name is Danielle. Danielle A. Mitchell. And I am in love with her. I think she is the sweetest and most beautiful person to have ever walked the face of the earth. I tell her that all the time but she's never believed me. She's gorgeous though. Sometimes I can't help but just stare at her. She's shorter than me, about 5'2'', and has the swe...
"We're in luck," Danielle said when I reached her house, "my parents have gone away for a few days. You can stay as long as you like." "Do you think they go for dirty weekends?" "They seemed very excited before they left ... and I'm never allowed to see what they pack." "They meet up with my mother regularly ... and I catch your dad watching me all the ti...
My first story in CHYOA, “Holly’s Life Changes Forever” does not appear to be attracting any responses, although there have been quite a few kind enough to say they like it. Perhaps it is me being impatient or maybe my subject matter does not appeal. Whatever, I love to write and I write to live so I am going to plunge into a second story and hope some of th...
We met in college. I imagined I was straight, and she taught me otherwise, approaching me brazenly on a frat house dance floor and peremptorily cupping my sweaty breasts and sticking her tiny tongue in my mouth. I was drunk—the refuge I sought when trying to explain what happened through the night after that when I woke to find her curled against my body the...
Hey everyone, here's part 3 of what will be called Love on the Baseketball Court Book 1: Rivals. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think. This story and the characters are protected under copyright. Enjoy! Marcela's Perspective Tuesday morning, Sarah and I get up early like always and head off to the gym. We shoot around and do a few drills as w...