The locker room was always the most uncomfortable part of the gym. The smell of sweat and soap was normally dizzying, coupled with judgmental, jealous looks. The awkwardness of changing out of a one piece swimsuit with other women sneaking glances, and the occasional, sardonic "wow" from rubberneckers. Melinda, indeed, had a lot of "wow factor." In her earl...
Dear readers, I thought I would try my hand at something a little different to my normal style. This is a very slow burn romance story set in a post apocalypse world where law and order have ceased to exist. There is no actual sex in this chapter, that will come later. * Part one: Blondie Outwardly she looked like any other scavenger. Dishevelled clothin...
Kassandra sat upon her front porch looking out into the woods, beyond those she could see the tops of the mountains. Dressed in her baggy Grey sweatpants and her Jeff Gordon racing t-shirt she rocked in the handmade cedar rocking chair. She watched the fog begin to lift from the ground, watching it head toward the peaks of the mountains as the sun started to...
I had a slight cold and a blocked nose. Not my idea of a romantic first time with a girl, but what can you do? I was insistent on never following female stereotypes anyway — about how we all have at least one lesbian encounter in our early twenties, or even high school years. I was adamant that I knew who I was, and I'd never slobber all over another girl. I...
It was time for my annual breast exam, the only day where groping and prodding is most unwelcome and extremely uncomfortable. It is weird having professional hands upon your body, not seducing or tempting one to enjoy another's human touch. One body claiming another. I lay cold upon the examining table, paper crinkling beneath me. A thin white sheet was ca...
Vanishree, was petite although she always evoked those usual glares from guys around. Migrating from a small town to a buzzing city wasn't easy although she had begun coping up with the ordeals of being a part of the cosmopolitan. She wasn't feeling humiliated anymore whenever guys took advantage of the overflowing crowds in the buses by playing with her tit...
Alyssa couldn't afford much, but she loved her little shit-hole apartment. She kept it clean, got along great with her roommate, and was close to everything. As she sat half-naked on her living room floor painting her toenails, she didn't notice the furnace dumping toxic levels of carbon monoxide into her apartment. She had intermittent problems with the fur...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Allison's Addiction" is a joint literary effort. I joined forces with an author named Anon140 in order to create this story. If you like this story, he should get part of the credit. As always, if you have any suggestions to improve the story, please click on my name, and e-mail me your suggestions. * * * * * My name is Allison, and I...
Before I start this let me explain something: I love men!! I like the feel of their cock pushing and pulling inside my pussy as we fuck but, a few months ago, I met a woman who, when she touched me, filled me with lust. Just the feel of her fingers trailing up my leg made me want to grab her and kiss her (or more?). I have NEVER felt this way about a woman b...
I was on the verge of tears as my car sputtered and wheezed on a seeming death roll into a small town in the middle of the vast emptiness, and nowhere, of southern New Mexico. Hell not even a town; more like a roadside rest area with a zip code. With just four street lights lining the main stretch through the center of "town", I saw only three buildings; tha...