I smile as I recall December. I must have slept 2 hours the whole trip. Occasionally, I drift back and long to feel her skin against mine one more time. I allow myself to orgasm as I reflect back on all the times I watched her cum. Now that we've gone our seperate ways I can't help but imagine what would happen if our paths crossed again for one more night....
Chapter 1: The Gauntlet is Thrown I had my hand underneath of her shirt and I was rubbing her breast through her bra. She was moaning around my kiss and I could feel her rubbing her hips against mine. Occasionally her hands would brush against my breasts and I would feel my entire body shudder. I decided to go for it one more time. I took the waistband of h...
This story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to any people real or imagined is purely coincidental. Chapter 1: I'm Only Sleeping My name is Natasha Hospes. And I want to tell you a story, A story about love. I grew up in a small town just outside LA. I got good grades at school, Especially in maths, I've always been good at maths. Which is lucky because I'...
* * Charlotte * * Finally, we were on a plane and on our way. We would meet the girls tomorrow for lunch. It had been frighteningly hectic for both of us; more school and sports for Sheri. We took every chance possible for dinners and nights; neither of us was happy (or satisfied) with what our schedules allowed. Sheri had moved more of her things in. That...
While it is possible to read this as a stand-alone story, you really should read 'Tomorrow is Promised Pts. 1 -- 3' first before reading this story. It explains the events leading up to the start of this story, which picks up right after 'Tomorrow is Promised Pt. 01.' Note: PM&PK needs to be told from both Points of View (PoV). In order to do that, I am...
This story is copyright 2003 of destinie21 Please don't view this story if you are under the age of 18 or if otherwise prohibited by local law. Enjoy.... ************************ When I first woke I was a little disoriented. Well maybe disoriented isn’t the right word, after all I knew where I was and who I was with and even how I got there. What I di...
For several months now I had been fixated by the woman on the bus, always the same bus, there was only one every half hour. I had first noticed her smart business-like appearance, she always had a very expensive looking suit on. By now, I had counted somewhere around fifteen different suits, or combinations. She always had tights or stockings with gorgeous h...
My name is Samantha and I have a unique and non-believable lesbian story that I need to share with the world. The names have been changed and places omitted to protect privacy. I have to give a bit of a back story to get to the heart of them matter. I had been home after graduating college at FSU for a few months in southeast Florida and was just about to s...
Authors note -- Thank-you for reading my first story published here. I would like to point out that while some of the details in this story are details from my own life, the story itself is purely fictional. This is only the first part of this story as it ended up becoming a much bigger story than I originally thought. There is a bit of a long build up so if...
PROLOGUE: WHAT IS LOVE? L-o-v-e. Just four tiny letters. Love. Just one simple word. Love. No two people would create the same definition. Love. So many different kinds; so many different emotions. I love my mother; I love my decaf mochas; I love my teddy bear from when I was three; I love the Big Bang Theory; I love to read; I love teaching; I love wea...