I really loved you. Now you'll never know. You'll only fade into the wind. (Mariah Carey) My name is Connie Adams and I am a platinum blonde with a very average build. I am not a whole person any longer. My best friend Kat was getting too close to something that had the potential to destroy Paris. Someone didn't like what Kat was digging into so that person...
**Thank you to all of my readers. I have enjoyed the journey with Kat and Jenna, and hope you have as well. It has been a pleasure expanding on what was supposed to have been a single, short story, dreaming up what their next adventure would be. But I owe that in part to you, the reader, as I've only written what you've requested. May their adventures contin...
This was my entry for the 2019 Winter Holiday contest. As always, thanks to my editor, ThisNameIsntTakenYet, for his invaluable work to make me look actually literate to the impartial observer. Special thanks to the inimitable Salandar, for setting me straight on a troublesome story beat. She's a brilliant, classy lady whose level I aspire to reach. ~~ Mo...
I had never been in a tornado or a hurricane or any other natural disaster. But I had watched enough of the Weather Channel to know that I had a better chance of surviving one of those than the storm called Jenna Swallow that had swept into my life one rainy night three months ago. I didn't blame her, but Danny, my fiancé of four months at the time. He wasn...
I. The Drain Amie turned to close the wooden door to her rented room. As a traveling apprentice of the Scholar's Guild she often made do with the barest accommodations; this backwater country inn was certainly no exception. The door was mounted on a sliding rail, unusual in her travels but stirring fond memories of a dairy farm near the Guild where she'd so...
"Absolutely not." "Oh, come on, Kat. You'd like it. I just know it." "Jenna, there a lot of things I've done that I never thought I would." I ticked off the items on one hand. "Kissed a girl. Had sex with said girl. Went to Tuscany and Paris. Got a tattoo. Had my fucking clit pierced—" "Clitoral hood," Jenna said, licking her lips, her eyes shiny. I glar...
Hello again! I'm Kenzi Kittle, and I'm not at all ashamed to admit that I'm a young woman with an actual 'lesbian sugar mama' who takes care of me and pays my bills! My Sugar Mama's name is Mrs. Dallas Morgenstern, and she's an older lady (in her mid-fifties) from my hometown of Latrelle, Pennsylvania. Thanks to her, I got a scholarship to attend State Unive...
When Sasha Met Kat Well here I am again. Just to keep you updated, I have been out on a few dates with Sasha. I discovered that she was training to be a ballerina in Moscow, but as it was she developed a little too much. That is, she got too tall and her breasts got too big for her to be considered a professional dancer. Now I don't know about you, but I li...
Chapter 4 Raiders of the Stamner Park Well, I am very aware that I tend to wander off subject when I should be telling you our story. So I am going to try and stay focused through this chapter. Speaking of which, I am not going to bore you all with a massive catch up on past events. In short, I have been trying to find out just what things make Sasha squea...
'Who's the best fuck you've ever had?' asked Samantha dreamily. We were lazing in bed together, her head sharing my pillow and nuzzling up against my neck, so that when she spoke, it tickled my ear. The sun, peeking through the crack between the curtains, spilled a lemony shaft of light onto the bedroom walls. I remember how happy I felt, wrapped up in the...