Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (or undecided), is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. ---------- -----------------...
Story by LesLes. Concept by Solddate. Art by Oo_Sebastian_oO Five Years After Syndrome's Attack "Honestly, sweetie, if there's ever a type of villain you don't want to go solo against, it's a mind controller." The villainess Mezmerella leaned against the top of a classic ball chair as she spoke. The smooth white plastic of the chair was a half-sphe...
Annabelle Martins had never missed a night of bingo in the length of her marriage to my father so we changed our plans, taking our flights on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and reserving the usual party night for a little clandestine activity. I didn't go back to Ryan's apartment until I was certain that he was out for awhile and after I'd collected my stuf...
It was the same old Saturday night at the club and Raven was getting bored. All the regulars were there having the same tired conversations they had last week. She had even dressed up, in hopes a new female would have shown up. It seemed a waste. Raven stop to look at herself in one of the mirrors. She was smashing with her Betty Page cut black hair and her...
My name is Miranda Hill. A tall, red-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something white woman of Irish descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm openly gay, and work as a waitress in a restaurant. Life hasn't been easy for me since my divorce from my ex-husband Joaquin. I'm just trying to make it through the hell that is my daily life. Some things you ba...
Adara pranced down the hallway, a satisfied smirk plastered onto her face. Complimenting her uniform were a maroon fedora and fingerless gloves, and black lace-up boots. At an hour before curfew, there weren't many other students outside of their dorms, but Adara knew. She was going to be there. Slipping into the library, Adara made her way to the very back...
My mind seemed to launch in a thousand directions, but my body reacted just the way it should have. I put the food on my desk and grabbed my Jordans. While I laced up my sneakers, B put herself back together. I couldn't help wondering if I'd just thrown away a lifetime of friendship to have the satisfaction of her being in my bed... I let that thought go. I...
This is the first time I've written in several years. It's a quickie; nothing like the more emotionally involved romances I posted then, so I'm not sure how it will be received. But it was all I could find time for. I am grateful to Lara_Blackadaar for helping me to shake off some rust and whip this minor piece into what I hope is readable form. I am equal...
Prologue The first time I saw Jane, Gerald, and Natalie was at Orient Beach, a clothing-optional beach on my home island of St. Martin where we had taken my brother-in-law Phillipe and his daughter Eleanor for a swim. The three Americans, nudists from Florida, were sunning au naturel. Eleanor struck up a conversation with Natalie, Gerald’s daughter and Ja...
"Back so soon for a full leg and bikini?" Tanya asked as I peeled off my shorts. "It grows faster in summer," I said, settling on the narrow table in my tank top and thong. I lay back and watched as she turned away to dial up the heat on the wax pot. Her tight black skirt rode up the back of her toned and hairless brown thighs. No panty line, and no thong...