WHEN CRAZY DAISY MET SILLY LILLYet La Danse de Deux a un Dulcimer, Danse de Seduction The story of two women who became dance partners, lovers, and the darlings of underground theatre. Their erotic choreography was as hot as their romance was. The fire of their passion was reflected in their art. by LeLez~LaMoura 'nom de naughty' of a nice lady This story...
As a bit of background, we’d just been talking about what turns us on. I said the feeling you get when your eyes first meet with someone across a room. The eye contact that lingers just a split second too long. Your heart starts to beat a little faster and your brain starts to race with ideas – was it accidental? Was it intentional? Are they thinking the sam...
WHEN CRAZY DAISY MET SILLY LILLY et La Danse de Deux a un Dulcimer, Danse de Seduction The story of two women who became dance partners, lovers, and the darlings of underground theatre. Their erotic choreography was as hot as their romance was. The fire of their passion was reflected in their art. by LeLez~LaMour a 'nom de naughty' of a nice lady This...
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"I think I want to fuck Brit," she said, suddenly, almost in a whisper, as if the entire world might hear. There was no response from the near-darkness save the ticking of the clock and the slow, steady breathing of her fiancé. "Hey," she poked the body next to her in bed, "are you awake?" "Mmmm," it said. "Ben, are you awake?" She poked him again. He...
Yearnings Mary and Gabby were at their lockers during the period change before Games, on the first Wednesday afternoon following the Easter holidays. They chatted briefly as they dumped their book bags in their lockers and pulled out their PE bags. As usual their conversation was hurried and breathless as they scurried to the changing room for the sports le...
Catalina Saint Vincent is my name. I'm a five-foot-eleven, quite curvy and delicious big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Many people accuse me of being naïve because I've led a somewhat sheltered life. That's not true. I'm the most down to earth and realistic person you wi...
It was Saturday morning when Meagan and I woke up, my arms wrapped tightly around my little sister. It had been years since we slept together as teens, usually on a family vacation, but nothing like the evening the two of us shared the prior evening. Meagan is my step-sister and a committed lesbian. When I agreed to allow her to stay at my apartment for the...
Amber didn't tell Mandy of her discovery of Murphy's paternity. Mandy, for the moment, was just pleased that they looked like a proper family. It wasn't easy to go back into the swing of things, though. They would have Murphy in bed by eight, then do schoolwork for three hours, then go to bed, on the weeknights. On weekends and minor holidays, Amber and Mand...
Even as she slammed her foot on the brake pedal, Dana Cosgrove knew it was already too late. She barely had time to curse before the sound of metal against metal drowned out her voice, the front end of her old Ford Escort slamming against the rear of the Mercedes Sedan that had suddenly appeared in front of her. The problem was, the sedan really hadn't sudd...