I decided to wait for you, even though we'd made no plans. I know you'll be here. You love to visit this small wooded area, with its immense old oaks even when you're not on the hunt. I'm sure you can sense that I'm waiting. I sit with my back to a tree trunk with my knees drawn up to my chest. The silver moon winks at me through the branches that shiver i...
Take 7: The Finale I knew that I was in an exceedingly difficult and very worrying position. I was aware that my relationship with Sammi, my eighteen year old lesbian lover, had been building towards something like this. Ever since my daughter, Sammi's school friend, had gone off to South East Asia and Australia on a gap year of travelling, events between S...
My story "A Visit to the Headmistress", which appeared recently as a self-contained one-parter in the BDSM category, inspired this sequel for the Lesbian category, following a fan's request. I had read of Lee's visit to the headmistress on the Literotica site in "A Visit to the Headmistress" and it had aroused me. I have such a huge fantasy about being domi...
Authors Note: This story is a work of fiction and depicts a sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If this offends you, read no further. I am still new to the writing game and I encourage you to leave comments. I enjoy writing and appreciate all constructive criticism. `````````````````````````````````````````````````` Have you ever had...
John, my husband of twenty years, pulled his head out of the newspaper one morning at breakfast and out of the blue said, "I think you should hire a maid for you-personal attendant, so to speak." It was one of the few times a month he was home for breakfast and one of the even fewer times he actually started a conversation with me. I held my toast in mid-ai...
The room is getting darker. Out of the window I can see wooded hills on the eastern horizon, catching the last orange tinge of daylight, as the sun sets behind us. On the table by the bed there is a candle and a tinderbox. I strike a spark with some difficulty, as if the air is damp, and nurture a little fire to light the candle. The illumination it gives is...
“Jack so wants you!” Melissa Webber told her friend Jennifer as the pair walked to the Webber house together, after school. “He does not,” replied Jennifer, laughing. “Yes he does,” Melissa said, her face splitting into a wide grin. “He wants you baaaaad.” She laughed along with her friend. “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway,” Jennifer said, “because I’m not...
This is the second story about Stephanie and her haunted house, it is not necessary to read the first part to understand the second but it can help. It was now a few months after her move to her new house and her first encounter with the ghost and Stephanie was going to the small town center to get out of the house for a while. She truly loved her house an...
Summary: Two frustrated and ignored wives create their own Super Bowl Sunday. NOTE: This story is dedicated to Loretta and Diane to good friends who have since this story was written become MORE than good friends. NOTE 2: Thank you Estragon for your tireless copy-editing. NOTE 3: This is a Valentine's Day Story contest so please vote. Although it doesn't...
NOTES: Special thanks to all of you who emailed to inform me of a HUGE mistake on the airplane. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" is by Def Leppard, not Led Zepplin. I hope it won't be another 6 months before the next chapter. Thank you ALL for being patient. If you want to be apprised of future chapters, send me some feedback and make that notation. You can also find...