Part 1 of this series is the build-up. Now Beth and Alex realized the meaning of all of the hidden motives since their capture. The Ariwa women camp was isolated from the rest of the tribes, and their chief was so jealous of his power, he would only let them marry other women, and if possible ones who were from outside. Some of the Ariwa girls, like Soaring...
The balcony overlooked a million lights. Lights from houses, lights from cars, lights from street lamps and even the occasional cyclist. There we stood, you and I, watching the happenings below, in the dark. I thought about you in that quiet of the night. I thought about how I dream of you. Holding you. Kissing you. Touching you. I shift my bare feet...
This story just came to me in one of those waking dreams. I have no idea if a Black Tie club exists in New York, or anywhere else for that matter, but it seemed like a good backdrop for two women to meet and eventually fall in love. As the story is written by an American, I've had to change the spelling of some words to add authenticity. Finally, in editing...
Amanda has a body of which any woman would be proud. Her compact, five and a half foot frame is an intriguing study in contrast: simultaneously athletically powerful and succulently feminine. Her body has the sculpted definition of someone who has exercised regularly, but, though visible, her musculature lies under a layer of padding whose texture only a wom...
Southern Nights 07. – Love Training Somehow the tension was hard to deal with. It was like an invisible cloud in the spacious room – hot and humid, despite of the now smoothly working air conditioner – pressing down on her shoulders like heavy weights - down on her entire body. And then there was the desire, of course. Hot, hungry and pow...
In this second part of the series we continue Helena's journey as she returns from Sweden and starts at a new school but her intimate encounters with women haven't ended yet as she teams up with a colleague for a night of passion. I'm in two minds as to how to continue this mini-biography because I have to compress so much into such a short space of time an...
I was stretching on the floor, my legs spread wide in a splits when she sashayed into the room. "Hey Rebecca," she smiled at me, giving me a little wave of her hand. "Hi Kelsie," I said timidly, my cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit. "You're here late. Getting in some extra rehearsal before auditions tomorrow?" Kelsie asked, setting her dance bag asi...
Rajni was supposed to be very frustrated that night because the cot that she had somehow arranged to sleep on from the junk in her attic was hard and uneven. It was woven out of choir and her back was hurting. Yet somehow, it seemed like the best night of her life. She couldn't stop thinking of Kusum, her captivating grey eyes, those thin lips, her chin, her...
"What are you doing?" "Just relax, you'll enjoy it." "I can't see anything." "I know." "I can't move my body." "That will wear off after twenty minutes or so." Hana could feel intricate silk rope tied around her body. Knots placed just so in strategic locations; her collar bones, her navel, between her legs; all designed to torment the blonde when she...
Chapter 2. Note to readers: "Yaya" (γιαγια) = Greek "grandma". Phoebe and I kissed good-night in the hallway, after looking both ways to make sure nobody was watching. I would've gladly followed her into her room — I enjoy sleeping with people, not just "sleeping with" them — but she stopped me at the doorway. "There's no room. In the morning?" So I kissed...