This story is about how Gail became the seductress she is. I really encourage you to read my first story "GTO" to understand fully who Gail is as I spent much more time on her background there. This story takes place at the beginning of summer between her Junior and Senior year of high school. ***** HHHmmmm, there I was. Laying on in a grassy field near...
Single, never married, and no kids, I had not accumulated many things and not much furniture. Movers always ask me why I don't just junk everything and buy new stuff rather than paying someone to move what little I have. I just laugh and tell them, "That's a good idea." This time it took them maybe an hour to unload the truck and put the big furniture like t...
God Loves All His Children: Soldier Girls Dank, muggy Florida night air wafted in through the crack in the window. Danielle Harris knocked on door 23, long shadows cast by the warm orange light of the streetlamp outside. Three minutes later it opened just a little, held back by the chain. A crooning voice floated out: "Greetings traveller. Speak the passwor...
Bent over on the couch Rebecca has her panties down to her knees with her right hand between her legs with two fingers shoved in as far as they would go into her pussy. Her juices steadily slide down the back of her hand and dripping onto the couch beneath her as she moans softly to herself. The door to the small lounge opens hurriedly with two figure stepp...
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents Either is products of the author's imagination or is used fictitiously. This story is not to be copied and posted to any other site unless authorized to do so. * "Alright April, you need to find a job like now!" Sally said to me as she led me into her office. Sally is my youth wor...
All through high school my cousin had insisted that she was going to go to officer training school and make a professional career in the military. Our dads had been in the regular army and we had been brought up a pair of army brats. Kristy-Anne had always preferred playing war games, donning fatigues and scaling assault courses to ‘girly’ pursuits like chec...
Ashley could hardly believe it. She was sitting backstage in the Greensboro Coliseum, her slim and waifish figure outlined by bright bulbs on the mirror. Perched on a stool, she was waiting for her hero -- Sigrid. "The Norse Ladykiller." "Barbarian Queen." "Lady Viking." "Huntress." No matter what name she'd wrestled under, Ashley had followed her career eve...
It was 'First Tuesday', the night each month that all the art galleries were open for their new exhibits. I dressed up a little nicer than my normal daily fare. Sure, I clean up well. There was just a hint of cleavage, maybe more than a hint, maybe a lot more. I liked to think my breasts were one of my better parts. I enjoyed them even though there wasn't an...
Author's Note: So I hear you've been waiting patiently. Well, thank you very much. The Wound in Time series is back and rearing to be devoured. Hurricane Katrina had a hand in my hiatus but I'm getting back on track. So where were we? Right, chapter six. It's hot, it's fresh, and it carries on directly from chapter five. The story contains mainly F/F action...
Summary: A young curious lawyer explores her lesbian submissive side Note 1: First off, I have never been to a Munch but they do exist and can be found in most larger cities. Note 2: Thanks to Mab7991 for editing this story that has gone through a few different plot changes before finally becoming what you are about to read. Another thanks to LaRascasse fo...