Introduction Hi it's me again, Kat, here with more exploits to brag about. And trust me, since we last shared a few confidences things have progressed by leaps and bounds, even by my standards. Pause while I wipe my brow and wonder at my brazenness. I cannot imagine what would happen if my mother was ever to stumble across the tales I've told. Or maybe I...
THE EARLY YEARS This is part one of The Courtship of Rachel, a series that runs concurrently with My Two Mothers. In this account, Tess's mother, Rachel tells her side of the story, about her childhood and growing into maturity and I apologise for its length. I was tempted to split it into two parts but decided to push on regardless. I hope you enjoy Rachel...
Written for the 2002 Sapphic Erotica Festival "God, that feels good," Paulette Nichols thought to herself as she stepped under the shower and washed off the thin film of sweat that had covered her body during her just completed workout. The five-foot four brunette couldn't remember the last time she'd been so sore and tired after using the ambulance compa...
Author's Note: This story follows on from "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" but is meant to be readable in its own right (as have been all my tales featuring the delectable Angie). Please do not feel obliged to backtrack before finding out what the delightful, skin-headed nympho gets up to next. ***** Chapter One (27th December 1997) Saturday in the...
Chapter One (November 1997) Angie invariably turned up for dates and appointments at the agreed time, on the dot. Punctuality was ingrained in her, despite the best efforts of her careers teacher. Miss Thompson had told her to "never be later than ten minutes early", but she had been on about job interviews, hadn't she? This was not a job interview, it was...
"Fifteen minutes. All I needed was another fifteen minutes and I would've been on the way home," Joey Greer said to herself as she struggled to keep her umbrella from blowing away in the strong wind. That thought was small comfort to the twenty-one-year-old as she was already soaked to the skin by the sudden downpour. The short haired redhead didn't know wh...
This is the fourth chapter in this series - severely belated, I know and I'm sorry - and mayn't make sense as a standalone piece. Feedback and suggestions welcome! ***** AIWtB4 Mia rolled in her sleep and stretched luxuriously, lost to the world in her post-coital exhaustion. Getting so thoroughly fucked can really take it out of you. But – on a lazy Satu...
Authors note: Hey guys! Thanks for all the kind words and encouragement for my first story and adventure. Just a warning if you haven't read chapter one, maybe do so. Also, this is a long story, with sex at the very end. Want a quick fix? This probably isn't the story for you. This story Is slightly more darker then the other, but stick to it, hopefully it...
Seema lay on her side, propped her head up and gazed at her. Simran had just stirred, waking Seema in the process. She lay on her front, one arm under the pillow, the other hanging languidly off the edge of the bed, still fast asleep. Her tousled hair was spread out over her shoulders and partly obscured her face. She was taking up most of the single bed,...
Just a few notes: First, most folks seemed to enjoy "Patricia and Sandra: A Love Story". And while most understood why the story seemed rushed (well that is because it was rushed by design), some wanted to hear more of their story, so here it is. The Story of how they became "us". Second, although I am mostly straight, 90% of the folks in my life that I...