The two women were standing together. Very closely together. The more curvaceous, chestnut haired one was standing behind the slimmer blonde. She had her arms around her. Her full breasts were just brushing the blonde woman’s back, her tummy was touching the pert bottom. The more curvaceous one was holding the wrists of the slimmer one. Not tightly but with...
This is the 3rd and final part of the tale of Heather and Caroline. You need to have read the first two parts. This is a love story. There is some sex in it, some fetish content and one small bit of BDSM. It's a very slow burn so if you need a quick fix please go elsewhere. If you have access to Classical Music - the romantics amongst you should play a p...
Starting my first year of college, I never knew things would change so drastically from how they were at high school. Back at my high school, no one really spoke to me, or even acknowledged my existence. I guess I couldn't blame them, no one wanted to speak to the lesbian. You see, most people think that homosexuals are just sex- hungry people that can't kee...
Dark shadows filled Erin's bedroom as eerie light cast by the waning, full, October moon etched against the ebon sky filtered through the sheer, linen curtains covering the two windows. The hour had just ticked twelve o'clock, the bewitching hour on the nineteenth anniversary of Erin's birth, 31 October, ushering in the pagan festival of Samhain. In the Iris...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE We spent Monday night in my bed then, significantly, Tuesday to Thursday nights in Dave's. I bit my tongue and didn't comment on that, but saw it as good. My host's room was no longer out of bounds for me. I was back in the fold. Yippee!! Sex wasn't confined to the bedroom, either. We had our Wednesday evening meal in the pub and then,...
Chapter 1: Cramped between bed and brick, atop dirty clothes and only god knows, stood a short, young and shapely brunette woman. Her name was Jennifer, and she was in quite a bit of hurry, dashing this way and that -- taking not her time, nor sipping slowly at her steam-topped tea. No, instead she was applying her makeup with one hand, all the while trying...
Preamble Hi, and thank you for choosing my story. I hope you will enjoy it. If you do, please be kind enough to give a score at the end. This helps me to gauge the popularity of my work. If I may, I usually suggest one star each for: Composition & Use of Vocabulary, Readability, Plot, Drama or Humour, and of course Sexual Content (or why are we all her...
Introduction Hi, it's me again, Charlotte, but I'd prefer you to think of me as Charley. Charlotte's so girly and faintly old-fashioned, isn't it? Call me that and anyone would think I was one of the Bronte sisters. Yes, ancient yet still ever-popular around the globe, never mind just around my home town. I wish that I had copyright to their works. Fans c...
Claudia let out a slight grunt as she set down the last of the crates in the corner of the office's kitchen area. As usual she had overestimated how hungry and thirsty her employees would be, which meant that for the next two weeks or so they would be padding out their lunches with plenty of leftovers. Overall, she had to admit, the Christmas party had been...
Foreword Hi, it's me again, Charley, ready to (hopefully) conclude the tale of my fortnight in Lanzarote. I say "hopefully" because I initially intended to tell all over thirty minutes in the airport departure lounge . . . and here I am, several months later and only just into the second week. There again, after a quiet first couple of days, I did have an...