This story is inspired by my stay in Stockholm a couple of months ago. I spent a lot of time just walking the streets where this story is based, absorbing the atmosphere and the first couple of pages were actually written at the hostel. It's a whimsical tale of two women who meet out at Ikea, one is Swedish and the other is an American ex-pat. I've used Swed...
Continuation of "My GF; Fucking & How We Met" and not recommended as a standalone work. The sex-to-story ratio is more heavily weighted to story in this chapter, but feel free to skip ahead to the ~~~ if sex is your focus for today's reading pleasure. Fictional story containing graphic lesbian sex. When I come home after work, my cute little girlfriend...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story picks up from No Holds Barred in Belfast, which was based on the idea/request of a fan who wishes to remain nameless. We rejoin the action in Trish's dressing room in Belfast, shortly after her world championship clash with Victoria. ***** Trish sat on a chair, put her head in her hands, and sobbed. She had been beaten before but...
Author's note: As you can probably figure out yourselves, English is not my mother tongue, so please don't be too harsh with criticism on that front. Constructive criticism on the storyline is always welcome. ***** On the outside, the hotel looked traditional, as if it was a small, family-owned business in the outskirts of the town. It even had a front de...
It was a Saturday evening, Jane had booked herself into the hotel she had stayed in before and entered the nearby Pussy Kat Club. She looked around hoping to see Tasha, whom she had spoken to briefly the last time she had come to the club. Pulling up a bar stall she ordered a whisky with ice and a dash of sprite. The bartender had short red spiky hair and a...
Author's Note: It is strongly recommended that you read Chapters I and II to completely understand the magnitude of Kristen's inward journey. Her journey continues as she has been taken to an undisclosed location, bound in heavy chains and blindfolded in a rugged crate. The purpose of this story is simple... a woman is stripped of her worldly existence and m...
Our story opens at Belvedere Manor, an estate near the village of Liss in Hampshire in the year of our Lord, 1730 with King George the Second on the throne. The estate didn't come into being until 1662, two years after Charles the Second was placed on the throne. That was because the Belvedere family had fought for the royal cause in the Civil War and this...
Introduction: Hello there, I figure it's been a long time. In my defence, I'd only say that I was taking time to deliver a story worth the wait. You never really know if you have it, but you can't refrain from trying. I hope you enjoy it as much as the previous series. Vani, an elite lawyer by profession, has a dilemma which seems to eat her day in and out....
If you've read my story 'Love Hurts' you may remember a minor character called Irene. She was one of the door staff at Guys & Dolls, a nightclub for lesbians and gay men. Irene was the diminutive bouncer whose permanent scowl made even hard men run for cover. 'Smile' is a tale that thrusts Irene into a starring role. It's a love story—there is some sex...
Twelve While Samba was occupied with Eva, Valera had reached her hut and found it empty. At first she thought that the leader could be busy with something; but as time went by, she began to think that Samba had forgotten their appointment. Perhaps she was with one of her lovers? The girl felt confused: Samba had asked her to come – why would she go with ano...