This is a simple story that I'd submitted under another name and another title, so if it's familiar, you know why. I was initially going to publish this as a lesbian novella, but decided against it. So… you guys get to read this for free (: Don't forget to vote and comment! ~L. * Ohh fuck, that hurt. I stared into the enraged blue eyes of my lo...
My name is Harleen Quinzel. If you would have thought that I was going to say that my name was Harley Quinn, then you would have been dead wrong. I haven't called myself that in over two months now. As far as I am concerned, the woman that I used to be is dead. There is no way that I am going back to Arkham. I have done as much as I can to distance myself fr...
Eva Lily Rockmore * Oh, fuck! That hurt. I looked into the enraged blue eyes of my lover, shooting wary glances at the perfectly manicured hand that was still partially raised in the air. My left cheek was sore where she'd hit me and I wondered absently if it would leave a bruise. Monica's chest was heaving, the indecently large mass of her breasts push...
It was Marci Jensen's 18th birthday, and to look at her you'd have thought that here was a girl who had it all. The beautiful high school senior was tall, slender, blonde, & popular with boys & girls alike. It seems it had always been that way, for as long as anyone could remember. And so it was no surprise when, on the day after her high school graduation,...
The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property. Emily's poppa had worri...
Chapter 14 If there was one thing Alex would never tire of, it was the energy spilling into every facet of the theater on an opening night. Nights like these made her forget that so many of her days in the office blended together into the mundane. The week before opening night was always a nightmare with fire drill after fire drill. There was always so...
Welcome once more, mes amies, to Smokeyville—your comfy little cubby hole for tasty Sapphic sexual torment and heartwarming romance. You're looking well. No, I did not lose control of my bladder; I'm just happy to see you. We've just passed a few sort of "milestone" Smokey Sagas...I don't know why I'm saying "we," since I've always written and edited these...
//Author's Note: This story is part of a small collection of Lesbian stories I'll be uploading this week. This particular one is an edited resubmission of a story that was previously posted on Literotica. Apologies if you've already read this (although, given the low view count before, that seems unlikely!). This one was posted in a different category, so ov...
//Author's Note: This story is part of a small collection of Lesbian stories I'll be uploading this week. This particular one is an all-new entry, never-before submitted, although the characters have previously appeared in my story What Are Friends For. Enjoy!// Seven Years Later "Oh my GOD," Trish grunted, her voice echoing loudly inside the little VW...
"So," Quinn said as she settled into the backseat of the cab with Mikey, yawning widely as she did so. "Tell me what you know about Alex Anders". Quinn stayed up way later than she should, but she couldn't stop thinking about Alex. Images of the woman gliding across the stage so effortlessly as Blanche, stealing every scene she was in with her expressive fa...