The bar wasn't strictly a lesbian bar, but a lot of queer women frequented it. It was also close to my condo on my way home from work, so I tended to end up there at least a couple of times a month, more when I was between girlfriends. That was my situation when I walked in on a Friday night after a long week. I wasn't even particularly looking to get laid,...
Many thanks to Lancerlott for his help proofreading this story. My intent for the "Briefs" series is to write short pieces on whatever scenario that comes to me. -Tricia ***** Saturday night at the "Who Cares?", out at the edge of town, is always a wild party. Everyone knows that it's a time and place where people come and experiment a little, dancing and...
I'd waited long enough. This time I was going to get away. Now that I was 18, I was legally an adult anyway, even if my asshole of a sperm donor (I would never call that man a "father": there's much more to being a father than supplying half the genetic material to your offspring) would never think of me that way. My egg donor wasn't any better: she'd let hi...
It was late. It was only a couple of hours ago that Tina had left David's apartment. She knew David never remembered to eat when he was working on his book, so she decided to surprise him with dinner. She planned to stay only long enough to eat the Chinese food she had bought for them, give him a kiss that he would not soon forget and then let him get back...
I met Janelle a few months after I met Elle when my prize student invited me to come over to her Mom's home and meet her. This stunningly attractive woman had almost been selected to go to the Olympics one year, but she just missed out. Janelle once had the body of a well gifted athlete and yet she's very humble about her outward appearance. She'd been lifti...
My name is Danica Haverhill. A six-foot-one, chubby and big-bottomed yet still very good-looking Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A lot of people think of me as an uptight bitch with too much time and money on her hands. Maybe they're right. Whatever. I don't let it get to me because I've been called worse in my day. Much worse, actu...
Finally the next chapter! Yay! The story itself is going to be shifting gears. While there will still be plenty of sex, there will also be more of an emphasis on story and character development. Feedback is something that I cherish greatly, so please do not hesitate to leave me a comment with praise or constructive criticism. Thank you! :] - - - - -...
He said to meet him at the bar dressed in his favorite short skirt, tight square neck top, thigh highs and the shelf bra that lifts my breasts so high. Don't forget to wear heels and your slutty red lipstick, he added. I was also asked to wear my hair down. I dressed hurriedly as I was running late. I had just enough time to run home after work and wash up a...
Ali and I were working long hours on our individual art pieces; she, touching up a few of the pen and ink series, and me, mounting and choosing the photo-art that I'd want to display for the Gallery's opening in a few weeks. To make sure that we'd have a good turn-out and review, she worked her contacts within the art community of New Orleans, getting three...
Fair Warning: Very slow (especially for me). No sex in this chapter. * "Gretchen? Wendy?" Rian blinked her blue eyes and shook her chestnut tresses, trying to wrap her head around the scene before her. The kind brunette had walked in on her girlfriend of nearly four years being eaten out by their mutual friend. Rian should have been livid and screaming, b...