* Chapter One * The new years Eve party to which Sue and Jennifer had been invited was in a luxurious harbour-front mansion on the north side of the city. The rolling lawns led directly to the water's edge, and a jetty protruded into the harbour. Chanelle Ludovic's women-only new year's eve parties were legendary throughout the lesbian community. The mansi...
The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not an adult is hereby warned to go away. * * * * * Lou fell in love in the bottom half of the fourth inning. She was at a party, bored with all the chatter, sitting alone in the kitchen watching night baseball on a small television set. She had no serious liking for baseball; she just wanted to be...
The front door opened with a slam, and Erin stumbled through the door while carrying groceries with both hands. Her legs felt heavy, as if they were weigh down by lead, and she had trouble keeping her eyes open. The medium length wavy, dark brown hair on her head that was tied in a bun was now matted and in partial disarray. "Ohhhhhh..." moaned Erin in disc...
Preamble If you haven't read chapter one then this will make no sense at all. Seriously. Enjoy ********* As I made my way home from the brothel I thought about what I had done. There could be no doubt that I had 'fed the beast'. Even the most demanding of parasites would have to be satisfied after a meal like that. What is more, it was also clear that I...
Sharon always seemed to be having one difficulty after another. When I first met her on line she was involved with someone in Florida, she said it was her wide. I took that to mean she was the domme and her girl friend was the sub. She was very loyal and wouldn't even role-play. Then thinks stated to happen and she broke up with her friend and got real depr...
The name is Catherine O'Neill. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and gray-eyed young white woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm athletic, short-haired and tattooed. The toughest Butch Chick this side of New England. I attend Antoine College, a historically black private school with a student body of thirty eight hundred per...
Hold on to your hat, it's gonna be a bumpy ride! Yes I have to admit that mostly, I like to be the dominant partner under the sheets. So, you can imagine the exertion of retaining control when you get involved with, and live with, a partner that shares the same sexual drive and proclivities. On any one particular night; morning; afternoon; quickie before le...
Author's Note: Thank you so much for everyone's patience and encouraging words. It has really helped me to keep writing so I can bring you more of these two! This is the second chapter to this story, I highly suggest reading the first so some parts can make more sense. I do also have a third chapter planned but I hope you enjoy this until then. Please feel...
Heather was in a room full of women. The music seemed loud enough to shake the pictures on the walls, and Heather wasn't sure how long she could stand it. She liked music, but this was more horrendous noise than music, and she was certain she could feel the vibrations in her teeth. Butches were all over the place, wide, narrow, tall, and short. Three butche...
Call me Ayaan, if you would, please. I see a lot of Muslims shortening or simplifying their names to please Westerners, and I shake my head at such a trend. If your name is Mohammed, don’t let some punk with a last name like Williamson or O’Connell call you Mo, either at work or at home or anywhere else. Make them respect enough to say your name properly. Cu...