Out of the corner of my eye I watched the pretty little black-haired girl. She looked to be about 18 or 19, no more than 5'2" tall, and rail-thin. By her somewhat dark complexion and exotic facial features I knew she was some kind of racial mix, but not exactly what. I couldn't tell how she was built under the at least three layers of clothes she wore to sta...
SS38: "Lost And Found" (holiday tribute #5) ***** Here then is a bittersweet but touching lebbi heartwarmer, especially for those of you more sentimental Sapphiles. It's a little on the lengthy side, so I apologize if the Reader feels it takes a tad long to reach the intimate portions. It has a character crossover from my first holiday tribute, "Home For C...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** As the two strippers (one was a stunning curly-haired, artificial redhead with purple highlights and the other was a beautiful woman of mixed African American & Korean ancestry. Both were wearing red g-strings, tassels, high-heels and their skin was covered with body...
Hey, everybody! It has been a little while since I posted anything to the site. Unfortunately I had hit a serious case of writer's block on the Girls of Manchester series of stories. I am still working on them, and have gotten quite a bit of work done on that particular series. I am happy to say that there are three stories in that series that are in the wor...
Smokey Saga #54: "Lost And Found 1½: Miracles" ***** The original "Lost And Found" (Saga #38) has become one of the more beloved pieces in my library, accumulating a few requests asking for more of these gals. God bless you, Faithful Readers To Whom I Owe So Very Much, this isn't the only (especially more recent) story some of you've asked me to Pen a sequ...
Hey everybody! I am pretty sure this will lose its formatting, oh well. This is the second chapter of the 'Rags' series. It is emotional, but not dark like the last chapter was. The next two chapters are about learning to deal with tragedy, and how you can find the beauty within a person even if their story was an ugly one. I hope it is enjoyable despite the...
My name is Karina Jade Ambrose. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a truck driver by trade. I didn't go to business school like so many of those highly educated people who find themselves unemployed these days and are praying for a government-issued Bailout. I went to Brockton Community Col...
As snow fall over the city of Madison, the sun is setting. A picturesque scenery stands before you as the streets turn into a canvas for which the white paint of the crystallized rain fall upon. A comforting carpet of the winter weather brings a cozy and secure feel to the otherwise busy city. It feels so idyllic. There is just one problem. It's really fucki...
"I can't believe you're doing this to me!" Annabelle Martins just laughed on the other end of the phone, ignoring the despair in my voice and the obvious accompanying tears. "I don't give a shit, Tawnya. Reggie's dead and the house is mine so you have three days to get your shit and get the fuck out." The dial tone ringing in my ear was my indication that...
When they finally reached their home in Oregon, Becky was totally committed to Raelyn. She no longer considered her job or her boyfriend. She never thought of her apartment or any of her belongings. All she wanted to do was to please Raelyn. The other three women knew that Raelyn had big plans for her slut. They weren't sure that that little white woman had...