Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. Mark Twain. There's a lot of advice out there about how to attract the eye of that special someone. It ranges from the usual beauty and personal grooming tips down to deeper things like attitude but while some of that advice is good and a lot is just plain rubbish, one thing I look for...
Author's Note: As is the case with all my "Angie" stories, I have done my best to write this as a tale in itself. Although "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" picks up from the end of "Come on Eileen", it should be immediately readable in its own right. Please let me know if it's not! ***** Chapter One (Saturday 10th January 1998) Angie found the business card...
Anneka masturbated her cunt gently, the warmth and rocking motion of the coach adding to the sexual excitement she was already feeling. She was on the way to stay for the weekend at her friend Emma's house -- but not with Emma, with her Mum Debbie, Mrs Fraser, or 'Mrs F', as she had taken to calling her. She liked that! This had all started a few weeks ago....
My first attempt at a lesbian story and whilst I may have enjoyed my imagination and putting it in to words, I hope I am not too far from reality for you ladies out there? Feed back and comments would be useful as it interesting to try and write from a female perspective. Especially as I feel there is more to come from Penny and Sue? * Penny and Sue had be...
This is a different story than I typically write. It is about a young woman, confused about and struggling with her sexual identity as she falls for a female coworker and begins freeing herself from a heteronormative upbringing. It was inspired by my brave friend, K, to whom I am grateful for opening up to me, and for giving me her blessing to write a story...
Working away from home on the odd weekend suited Yaz really well; she thought a lot of Cal, Yaz didn't want anything to serious they had spoke about it and Cal was fine with the situation after all she got the odd weekend to do what or who she wanted too. "You have remembered I'm working away this weekend haven't you chick?" Yaz asked Cal before heading out...
Here's a little thing I wrote as an exercise, trying to get things flowing and trying out some new stuff. This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This particular chapter takes place between chapters...
Sandy stood nervously at the door to the dormitory. She peered at the tatty piece of paper in her hand, dormitory 4B had been scrawled on it in a rather untidy handwriting. Walking down the corridor she stared at the numbers on the doors, 1…. 2….. 3…. Ah there was no. 4. She knocked hesitantly, not sure whether this was the right room, there was no B next to...
[To my readers: Here's that rare exception in my stories, two tales about the same character, Marjorie the lesbian English professor. Since they're both pretty short, I'm combining them here.] * I looked at the beautiful Kelly and shivered. What a lovely young woman she was. I felt truly blessed that she had agreed to be in bed with me. I put my hands unde...
Hera was angry. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence to her friends, of course. There was a lot for Hera to be angry about; leading the heavens was no easy task, and neither Aphrodite nor Persephone envied her. There was also the matter of her husband. No amount of conversation, swears on the River Styx, or marriage counseling would make him loyal. Zeus to...