Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The well-aged house, one that sat at the very center of one of New York's most prestigious and desired neighborhoods, was pristine, beautiful, and decorated in every way that a home could be decorated for the joyous December season. It was, in its lights and displays - pomp and ci...
"Listen up, Todd, my name is Naima, if you can pronounce Wasilewska, or O'Rourke, you can definitely say my name right!" I said sharply to my manager, Todd Jenkins, and the portly, red-haired white dude stood there, gawking. And he wasn't the only one either. Everyone inside the Loblaw's Supermarket seemed to be staring at me, and for once, I didn't give a d...
I’m what has been described as a handsome butch dyke and proud of it. My hair’s close cropped, always neat, and it’s pretty sure you’ll find me neatly dressed in jeans and a button up or a t-shirt so I can show off the arms I’ve worked so damn hard for. I drive a delivery truck, so I get to keep it up without spending hours in the gym. I also get to meet a l...
The door slammed behind me and I was out… out on my ear, out on my arse…whatever. I was out. I walked a little down the road, stopped, turned. I want to go back. I sat down on the cold, damp pavement, my last attempt to stop my feet from walking back to that house. There's no turning back girl! You hate it there, you know you do! I recited the famili...
Olivia flopped over, pressing her arm to her forehead. A headache drummed inside her brain, dubiously reminding her of the night before: the tailgating party turned into a postgame party turned into, well, she didn't actually remember. Fuck. Normally she was such a responsible girl, the sort to stay in and study an extra hour instead of partying the night be...
"Damn" was all I could manage to say the first time I laid eyes on her. The moment she walked into the bar I couldn't take my eyes off her. The lights from the street behind her put a glow around her like the angel she appeared to be. She looked to be around 5 foot 8 inches weighing in at approximately 115 pounds, without a flaw on her that I could see; thou...
It was quite something to see Audrey Porter walk into a room. When she entered, all the boys noticed, but didn't look; and all the girls looked, but hated every second of it. She wore her perfect black hair up in a bun, and seldom strayed from her usual skirt/turtleneck combo. Her breasts were a mystery the entire school; and her conservative dark clothing l...
(Thanks for all the feedback on my first story. Some of them were nice, some were mean but all were constructive. Thank you for that. I am always looking for suggestions so feel free to send them to me. Enjoy this chapter.) (I am looking for an editor for the next chapter, so if you're interested please contact me.) * The sound of alarm woke me. It's fiv...
A couple notes from the author: Category choice was/is debatable. There are strong supernatural and horror elements and it skews plot and exposition vice sex, but it's erotica about lesbian desire at its core. None of the literary references or historical factoids that litter this story are necessary to the plot, like who Ayn Rand and Edmund Dantes are. If...
The theatre is dim when we enter, the pre show advertisements beginning to scroll past in anticipation of the start of the movie. Turning, we both see that the theatre is nearly empty, not surprising for the middle of the afternoon on a weekday. Two men, each sitting with a seat between them, are near the front of the auditorium. It is such a guy thing to...