I love travel, but hate airports, something to do with the crowds I think. Nevertheless, I decided to be patient despite the interminable comings and goings of gape-mouthed, gormless passengers and their loved ones. That's another minus point for airports; no one seems to know where they're going, I hate indecision. The bovine mass irked me, and my present d...
Over the course of the following days Jen and Annie found themselves more distracted than they had ever been before. Thoughts filled the young mothers' minds, thoughts of each other, of what they had done and how much they had enjoyed it and desired to try it again. Nevertheless, life must go on and tended to get in the way of their passion. Indeed, it was m...
The sight that greeted Susan as the front door was opened surprised, even amazed, her. Before her stood an overly maid up blonde haired woman dressed in a stereotypical French maid's outfit standing on astonishingly high heeled black sandals. It took Susan a brief moment to gain her composure after witnessing what she thought was a very surreal image. "May...
"So, lovely lady, what made you choose females?" The question has come from my companion, a woman of some stature in her field, which affords her some leisure, a woman that should know better than to ask such a question, and a wman of whom is currently allowing me to rest my naked body against her so warm and so comforting similarly naked body. More so, whi...
Janice Zwink stood in front of the mirror above the bathroom sink in the inexpensive motel room she was staying in, naked and still moist from the shower she had taken. She winced when she looked up while taking off her shower cap and saw the tiny patches of peach fuzz under her arms, the product of a week or so of neglect, and she reflexively looked around...
It was shortly after 11pm that evening that I slipped from my room and made my way down the dimly lit hall towards the chink of light that was emanating from the door of the Mrs Aziz's bedroom. I was wearing only a white silk housecoat that barely covered my arse to reach my soft thighs. On my feet were my black stiletto heels: I liked the extra height they...
A sequel of sorts to the story "Pursuit Of the Hirsute", and the story tags attached along with the title and category indicate the subject matter. This is not a love story and is rather rough-edged. ***** Cara is a middle aged librarian who from her appearance fits a lot of stereotypes. A plain and rather mousy woman who wears a minimum of make-up and doe...
This is initially a stroke story although the sex is exclusively girl sex. Romance between a man and a woman? Of a sort...sure. There is a lot more...a plan...a plot...executed perfectly. "Your birthday is coming up. You certainly don't need anything; you have all the toys a man could possibly desire." "Including you?" "Especially me. And you've had me i...
(Writer's note: The people and events of this story are based on a real situation; the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.) * "Ok, got to run," Justine called out to her husband Tom as she headed to the door, while putting the finishing touches on her appearance, "I have to pick up Rachel and get to the dinner soon!" Tom walked up and...
This story narrates the story of a young pregnant Indian bride who discovers her lesbian desires at the hands of her voluptuous mother-in-law, who seduces her into lesbian sex and wins her love as well as her body. I do hope that readers of both sexes enjoy it and I would really like to get any feedback that you want to share. My object in writing is to arou...