Disclaimer: This story is 100% fiction and no money was made from the production of this story. Any likeness between any persons living or dead is accidental and not intended. All characters within this fiction are 18 years or older. Claimer: Lizzy, Angel and Aloyisa are mine * Part 01 "Your parents are gone for two weeks, right?" Lizzy Smith nodded, e...
Jamie, in a state of daze, smiled and sighed deeply. She had indeed had the best time of her life so far. Wanting nothing more than to continue with her found experiences promised to make me feel the same. I couldn't wait! During the next week, school kept us apart save for a couple minutes here and there just to say hey and a quick kiss. Saturday night cam...
Snapshots - Frame 02 - Moonlight Last night, after a long, relaxing bath, I donned my robe and went to stand on the terrace in the moonlight quietly smoking a cigarette. It was late, just before midnight ; one or two lights were still visible in the windows of the houses around us but most were in darkness. Suddenly you were there. Your hands crept around...
Picture this, a magical cottage located in a sun blessed idyllic corner of the English countryside. Everything was fresh and green, dawn was met with a golden glow, here wildlife thrived and you could experience a genuine affinity with nature. Cocooned blissfully in this bucolic paradise, Lucinda and Francesca, inside the master bedroom of the cottage, lay o...
"I'm so sorry Maggie," Jill cried as the two women sat in the club while the police took the reports and evidence. Magita was in no mood for talk, and said so. "I understand. I'm so sorry you got caught up in this. And that they..." Magita had already come to terms with her rapes – she knew there was nothing she could do to change what had happened, and...
As I sucked on the clit of a redheaded woman who I'd met only an hour before, I thought of Marcel and smiled. He would have loved to see me with another woman. Too fucking bad he blew it. His loss, I shrugged as I licked her pussy like a bowl of milk. Trouble had been brewing for a couple of months. The night Marcel left me to go back to his ex-wife I was o...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
Hey again Litsters! So you have all been waiting and I am finally ending the wait. Here is the final leg of Natalie, Devon, Kaz and Ashley's journey! You will notice that my writing style is different from the start of the story and the reason is because I have grown as a writer. To the people who will have a comment about grammar, dude get over it! If you...
The crunching blast of the coffee grinder tore through the small studio apartment, instantly waking Lee from her slumber. It took her a few moments to recall where she was. The exposed brick walls seemed oddly familiar, the hand-crafted furniture beside her radiated functionality and form. And the sofa she was currently lying on was ancient, and very comfort...
I am an average, good-looking blonde woman. Anyway, that is what everyone tells me! I have been on my own for about six years, having been through several boyfriends, I had given up on men for the time being! It seems that I just couldn't find the 'right' man for me! A common problem for thousands of young women nowadays, I guess! I had been working as an a...