I had never looked at another woman like this, I had always considered myself too be straight. Although I had lots of gay and lesbian friends, the thought of making love too another woman had never crossed my mind. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a homosexual relationship in my eyes, my best friend is in a loving relationship with an amazing...
Jane had rung the doorbell and now stood on the doorstep waiting anxiously for Fran to answer the door. She was very, very nervous and fearful that if her friend didn't answer the door quickly she would bottle out altogether and run for cover. But what she didn't know was that Fran, approaching the door from the other side, was also anxious, and genuinely co...
The sun shone brightly in the sky with the backdrop of the mountains and a few birds could be seen flying about. The view could make anyone looking at it take a deep sigh of contentment but not for the woman standing in front of her office window. In fact, the sigh that she gave was one of sadness. Not the deep heart wrenching kind she used to have six month...
I waited anxiously while Julie put her hair back into a ponytail. This was of course a maneuver I had employed myself on several occasions while in the midst of performing oral sex and my hair was getting in the way. The difference here of course was that it was the first time somebody else had paused for such a reason with me and with Julie having already h...
TAKEN HOSTAGE In part two of Melanie's Story we learn more about her marriage to Jeff and his rapid descent into alcoholic madness. When Sigrid moves in next door she finds herself involved with her sisters, first Agnetha, who pushes her towards Alanon and then Elke, an exciting, vivacious younger woman who reminds her so much of Mandy but without the immat...
Author's Note: The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. If you do not share these fetishes, please stop reading. If you do continue to r...
Bob was at work. This was but a part of the problem. The remainder of the problem was that Bob no longer felt challenged by the job, and with no challenge there was no sense of fulfilment. Bob longed for a challenge. Then she found one. Let me back up a step; Bob was a Roberta, and not a Robert. Roberta was far too formal and Bobbi was too preppy. She hated...
She parked her new BMW on the street of the residential neighborhood. With her purse in hand, Melinda walked across the street to the house she had never been before. She was dressed sharply in office attire with her black sunglasses on. She double checked the address, then put her sunglasses away before ringing the doorbell. After a few seconds, a geeky...
Cassandra looked over the text on her laptop screen. It was becoming blurry; a day's worth of lectures and grading had strained her brain and the screen glowing in the dim light of her office had strained her eyesight. She adjusted her glasses, reading over an essay on the development of modern human sexuality. She felt the slightest of scratches on her in...
This story is purely fictional and any connection to real events is purely co-incidental. However, this story is close to my heart, and I stand by what I've written. If you are offended in any way by reading this story, I offer you my sincere apologies. * My name is Linda. I am 25 years old, and I live in New York, the big apple. I am a software consultant...