This is a story about a very special club that I and three other women participate in. However, to properly explain the club, I'll have to give some background on the participants and how we came together. My name is Jen Gladstone. I'm 34 years old and married to Barry, my high school sweetheart. We've been happily married for 7 years, and I'm currently 4 m...
Summary: Bride is gradually seduced by fiancé's lesbian sister. Note 1: This is a 2019 Valentine's Day Story not because it takes place on Valentine's Day... but because it is a very unorthodox love story. Note 1: Thanks to person's name I don't recall (sorry) who requested this story. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven who suggested I try and make this a le...
Author's note: Although the idea is clearly inspired by a certain Disney Channel sitcom, I've never cared much for the show (or its star). But I've always been intrigued by the idea of someone having to keep a secret identity (probably from all the superhero comics I read as a kid), and by the question of just how far—sexually—someone could go and still ret...
****** This started as a chapter to take care of some loose ends - which generated a few more by the time that it was done. Ah well. Max gets a little more comfortable around other people and strangers every day. She just doesn't expect to get as close as she does to one of them. I reveal a little more about someone from a past chapter, a different side t...
** July 11th ** We met in the lobby Thursday afternoon. There had been some back and forth over the last couple of days as we talked about what we wanted to accomplish today. The first decision had been to not tell Bette that you were coming. I agreed but did so reluctantly. I understood your thinking. “I don’t want her to have time to prepare a defens...
Heartfelt thanks to my beta-reader for your assistance. The young strawberry-blonde med student shut the door behind her and leant against it with a sigh. "Goddamn what a day." Closing her eyes, she thought about how glad she was to finally be home. Her nose caught the scent of something delicious coming from the kitchen. She ran a small hand through her...
Author's notes: To my extremely loyal fans and followers. My sincere apologies for the long absence. Upon finishing my last chapter, I already had 75% of this chapter already completed. However, after reading the feedback I received from the last chapter, which was fair, I tossed everything written and started from scratch. I know you have been very appreci...
This is Miss Syreata again! I guess the Amber Rose Story didn't go over so well, huh? I'll admit that I'm not the best storyteller in the world. So that means I should give up, right? Not a chance. Truth is, the story I wrote was rushed because I had another story that I had already written. It's a long story about how I rekindled my relationship with my fi...
Vivian sat on the side of the hospital bed, shoulders hunched, and stared down at her feet. Her straight black hair hung around her face, shrouding the rest of the room from view. Darren, her brother, had assured her she'd come in wearing those clunky, thick-heeled boots, but she didn't remember buying them. A lot of things from the last two months were fuzz...
Six months. That's how long I had been enveloped in the world of being a lesbian. How long I'd been in a relationship with Jenna Swallow. How long it had taken me to accept that my life would never be the same again. I had gone from being engaged to a man I thought I'd loved, to moving into my girlfriend's apartment after an extended trip to Tuscany and Pa...