Leslie checked her watch; it read 8:05, just when the crowd at her favorite bar would be at it's fullest. As she strutted up the steps to the Victorian home-turned lesbian bar, she could feel the cool night air making it's way up her one-piece red mini-dress, carressing her bare thighs. She stopped and lit a cigarette, and swung open the front door, entering...
"Hello?" the charming, feminine voice on the other end of the phone asked. "Uh, hi," Jennifer said, trying to fight the shakiness in her already timid voice, "I'm calling about the ad in the paper." "Oh, good. I was beginning to think no one was going to call," the voice said, adding a quiet laugh at the end of her sentence. "So, what's your name?" "Jenni...
Author's note: Thanks for your support for my last two stories. This one is in the same vein, longer on story and character, so if you're looking for a quick fix, this might not be it. Please remember to vote if you like it, and even if you don't. ~~~ I've always been fascinated by that moment, the transition when one thing becomes something else. The...
It took several days for the piercings to stop hurting, and even after that they itched like crazy. Morning, noon and evening Jen would bathe the affected areas with antiseptic and she made sure her personal hygiene was meticulous but, even so, her vaginal lips were sore and inflamed and walking was a real trial. Each evening, she was brought before Wendy wh...
A great weight had been lifted when Stina broke the ice and established the fact that we were now an item. Her expectations weren’t as shocking as one would expect and I could comfortably accommodate her provided she made these requests clear. The message and delivery were so far well received. There was tranquility in submission. Any attempt to command resp...
It was a hot night in Ybor City. The streetlights reflected in puddles left from fire hydrants street people had turned on for relief earlier in the day. It was only eleven PM and the city was packed with beautiful people lined up at every club. The whole place had a sleek black feel like a movie. That's why I'd stayed in Tampa, at night it was larger than l...
It was a very hot day in Guatemala. The invisible God Sun was scorching relentlessly the arid land and the hapless citizens, who were running panic-stricken, desperately seeking a shady refuge. Even the dogs in the streets had withdrawn long time ago, lugging slowly their tired limbs, one after another, carrying away the burden of their existence. Veronica...
I had about four hours to kill at JFK, and they had really dragged. I sat on an un-ergonomic metal chair and read fifty pages of Knausgård, until my tailbone and the upper flesh of my arse started to ache and I had to get up and walk around for a while. I read a display which told me that Terminal 8 is the largest passenger terminal at the airport. 'To have...
This is the third in a series of stories about Victoria and Kim. It takes place five years into their relationship. Victoria (whom Kim calls 'Mummy') is now 52, and Kimmy is 26. The other two stories, My Bottom and My Top, I posted on Literotica under the name Richard Donnehy several years ago. I've since forgotten the password, so I'm unable to post it unde...
Disclaimer: this story does not only contain F/F sex but M/F/F as well. It was raining, as for any good story starting, and the iron disk weighing on my back made me feel pins and needles in my arms as I pushed just another push-up, just another, just another ... the noise of the rain pouring on the old glass roof made it sound like a battle. I moved my...