It was at the village fete that I saw her. I had just emerged from the main tent, after judging the sponge cake competition -- a solemn duty for the parish vicar's wife -- and there she was, 20 yards away from me, paying for a go at the coconut shie. She looked even slimmer than I remembered her as a teenager. I thought at first that her short, spiky hair ha...
Lynne called the other day and asked to have lunch with me. That could mean only one thing. She had another match for me. Lynne runs a lesbian matching making service that comes perilously close to being an escort service and hence prostitution. The only thing that keeps it legal is the fact that both parties to the match must pay a fee for the introduction....
Authors notes; Hi again. Between rounds of fixing our house I was able to pull a few all nighters and get some writing done. Again, the only editing done, was accomplished by my loving wife. Knowing that more house work is coming, I'm posting it as is. If ther are mistakes, I'm sorry, but it wouldn't be able to post them otherwise. Please remember this is...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Conservative Roman Catholics Sharon and Keith Morgan run a successful farm in regional South Australia, and in raising their five kids attempted to install in them strong Christian work-ethics and faith, as well as a love of agriculture. This worked very well with their daughters Stephanie and Hannah, but not nearly so well for th...
Back at Laura's House Marcie and Jane waited in the drive while Laura parked the car in her garage. The garage was just too narrow for anyone but the driver to get out of once inside. Jane was visibly nervous as they waited for Laura to let them into the house, leaning against the brick wall and adopting a phony pose while trying to look casual. She had...
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...
Chapter One As a responsible member of the upper sixth Angie didn't have to wear a uniform. She had, however, settled on a sort of uniform of her own. Consisting of Doc's, jeans and a sweatshirt or a T, it wasn't a million miles away from the way she dressed out of school. Face it: with a build like hers she wasn't going to wear anything girly, was she? A...
"Hey, wake up honey, it's time to go," I gently nudged Virginia. As my pregnant, lesbian lover, I naturally wanted her to experience a gentle awakening on her first day as my 'trucker helper'. As you know (if you've read the previous chapters), everything that happened previously on the truck, occurred before we discovered that we were in love with each othe...
* Author's Dedication * I don't care who she is! I don't care how much older or younger she is than you, whether it be 30 minutes or 30 years. I don't care how long you've known each other, whether it be 30 minutes or 30 years. I don't care if time and distance have kept you separated, whether for 30 minutes or for 30 years! You know her, you love her, and...
*** This story is a work of complete fiction and intended only for the erotic enjoyment of its author and readers. Any similarity with any actual persons or organizations, living or deceased, operational or not, is purely coincidental and unintentional. *** If you've ever talked to a member or members of a fraternity or sorority, I'm sure you've heard some...