This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 7 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MY LOVER PAYS ME A VISIT -- OR WAS IT THE HEAD OF HR? I spent a...
A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad Part 2 – Baked Bob To The Rescue! (F/F, oral, anal, exhibitionism, jewelry, drugs, tattoos, piercings, food, bad accents) DISCLAIMER – This is a fictional story to be read and enjoyed. If you can't read, stop reading. If you can't enjoy, stop reading. If you don't like any of the story codes mentioned above, stop re...
Denise lay in bed in her room at the "Ramada Inn" in "Eugene, Oregon," staring at the seam of light shining between the closed drapes and the side of the window frame. This seam of light bothered her because she liked sleeping in complete darkness and quiet. However, neither was possible in motel rooms. Denise was a night person who still had the vitality a...
In the darkest, coldest part of the night, four hours before dawn, Mary Durham escaped from the only home she had ever known. For five hours she had lain awake in bed beside her husband, counting the seconds off on her fingers until they were sore and cramping. Slipping noiselessly from beneath the blankets, she crept through the pitch-black room. Unwillin...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 31 Toni Delacroix looked across the street as a Superior Lawn Care, LLC truck pulled to a stop at the empty lot. She did not envy the men; the wind blowing off of the Atchafalaya had to be bone chilling cold. "Oh, Mama, y'all get cold y'a...
Ok here it is! The first edited chapter of Jenny and Carrie. Becca edited the first half, and told me to study what she had done and finish editing it myself to keep the story the way I wrote it. JC did some more. I used what I felt worked for the better of the story. So, I hope it comes out well for you the reader. Now before you start commenting on the be...
Chapter 1 Scarlett giggled nervously as she snapped the crotch of the costume closed. She admired herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the door of her bedroom. The bright red plastic horns sat upon her head, made all the brighter by her long black hair. The scoop neckline of the bright red satin material showed off her 36D breasts magnificently, t...
Author's Note: This is the third part of this story. Parts 1 and 2 are in Romance. This part is entirely about a lesbian relationship. Evelyn and Bridget meet about halfway through Part 2. Reading those parts, which have straight sex, will help understanding this. ***** Briefly, Bridget Casey is at the East Hampton, New York ocean-front house of Peter an...
Note that the following events took place in the late 1980s to the early 1990s, before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. *** "Did Col. Stevens say what he wanted to see me about?" I asked, wondering what could be going on. "No," said Cheryl, "b...
For me, coming to terms with what I am was like being born. It was something that happened when I was naked, wet and crying. I'm not really sure what it was that got me to realizing it. A long string of dates with 'the hot guy' that always left me feeling... well, feeling something. What I'm not sure. It was in the less than warm afterglow of yet another o...