HER OWN PERSONAL MARY I. Theological Dialogue My name is Myriam, and I am from Ireland, and I proudly belong to a generation which considers religion to be utterly backward and irrelevant. This is the story of my first lesbian experience, an experience in which my lack of religiousness played an essential part and changed me completely as a person. I met...
Thank you to the readers of the first chapter of this story. Your comments were very encouraging! I present to you the next chapter. I truly hope that you enjoy it. As always, ratings and feedback are much appreciated. ***** The last text that Courtney had received absolutely floored her. A few short hours ago she had made her normal commute home and was r...
Blanche Monroe was the owner of Economy Furniture, a store located between two ghettos; the run-down part of the city where many of the low-income people lived, and the student ghetto which was rapidly becoming just as decrepit because it was primarily multi-family houses rented out by landlords who mostly cashed the checks and did the minimum of repairs nee...
Chapter 3 – Mystery Treat Two months had passed since my first experience with Jenny and rubber. Jenny had moved across the hall to be with me in my bedroom and the rubber clothes, no longer hidden in their bag, now had pride of place in her former wardrobe. We had repeated our love making many times and Jenny had introduced me to the joys of a few more o...
Journey back to a distant time when people believed in myths and magic as well as goddesses and gods. Among these people were Greeks and Romans who lived in lands whose shores knew the touch of the Mediterranean – Aegean Sea. These mortals believed in many gods, meaning they were polytheistic, and worshiped these gods who dwelled on Mount Olympus that is bel...
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE (July 2004) There was a reception committee waiting for Heather in Albany: Claire and the twins with signs that read: WELCOME BACK HEATHER Except she was first through Arrivals and they were standing in the wrong order, not expecting her so soon. The message therefore read: WELCOME HEATHER BACK The trio greeted her with squeals...
It was New Year's eve; 31st December is cold in New Delhi, India but if you know the right people - and sometimes even if you don't - it can be a wild and fun evening. But for me it wasn't. It was cold alright, but I sat alone in the company guesthouse - a three bedroom sprawl in one of the city's upscale localities - drinking dark rum mixed with warm water...
Amanda has a body of which any woman would be proud. Her compact, five and a half foot frame is an intriguing study in contrast: simultaneously athletically powerful and succulently feminine. Her body has the sculpted definition of someone who has exercised regularly, but, though visible, her musculature lies under a layer of padding whose texture only a wom...
Her embrace consumes me; I feel safe. She's strong; I love the feeling of Her arms around me. She inhales the scent of my hair and nuzzles my neck, Her lips brush softly against my skin. I return Her kisses as I hold Her. Her skin is warm and soft. Smooth. In turn, I inhale Her perfume, putting my fingers deep into the curls of Her hair. She pushes me aw...
Prologue This is the fourth story in a series involving the characters Ashley and Penny with Marina joining them in the third story and now in the fourth in which a new character, eighteen-year old Ginger, is introduced. The setting for all the stories is Sydney, Australia. The stories are: An Itch Needing Scratching, Caught in the Limelight, Never Too Old,...