Author's note: Thanks for the positive feedback on the first part of this tale. When I started it I wasn't even sure it would have a sequel but now I can see it as a short series. This second part is probably more sensual than outright sexual and it serves mainly to advance the plot – but I hope to reward my readers' patience in the next instalment. As alway...
And so it was settled. Despite Jenny's misgivings, she and Sarah were going to remain lovers. Sarah was delighted that her pretty next-door neighbour was going to be what is crudely described as her fuck-buddy. She had no desire to leave her marriage, and she loved her husband as much as the day they got married, but she knew herself very well and had discov...
Carvella – A mom, her daughter and a mysterious neighbor embark on a marvelous carnal adventure in lesbian high fantasy. All characters within are completely fictional. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental (and admittedly highly unlikely, but would be totally awesome). F/F (oh...any combo of the big F and the little f I can work into th...
When I woke the next morning I was alone in the bed. I lay quietly as the memories of last night came flooding back. In the distance I could hear noises from the kitchen. Magda must already be up and preparing breakfast. I looked over the side of the bed. My new acquisition was still there curled up on the floor in a foetal position, her blanket still discar...
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the arc...
Miss White preferred a late afternoon Thanksgiving dinner, and so that was what ABD always had. This year she put Sasha in charge of the kitchen, checking in occasionally to make sure things were being done according to her specifications. Jodie and Sofia were helping, though Nikki and Polly — somewhat to Miss White's annoyance — were nowhere to be found. O...
Part I {Saturday, around 6:30pm} Beneath the smoke, the vapor, the smell of garlic and onion, there's someone turning the heat off upon checking on the saucepan. The food isn't anywhere near ready, but something has changed the plan, a deviation from the course. I clean my hands on a towel which was lying nearby as my feet get to the door. I peep through t...
This is the final Chapter of the Stacy wants to play Series. This is the most fun I have had in a long time. I want to thank everyone for your comments and feedbacks. Don't worry the girls will continue their adventures but they will be splitting up. I Hope you continue to read about them and enjoy their trysts as much as I enjoy dreaming them up. I want t...
Sometimes I took a certain perverse pleasure in chiding Gretchen in front of guests, but on this occasion I was genuinely irritated. Or I thought I was!!!" Normally neat enough in her movements, discreet and self-effacing, Gretchen upset the cream jug on the coffee table dangerously near to the elegant knees grouped around it. I angrily ordered her to get a...
Yasmin Sharif knew that Stephanie Claude was trouble the moment she walked into the Little Mogadishu Restaurant on that particular Tuesday evening, sauntering in with a bright smile and confident stride, like she owned the place. The young Haitian Canadian woman had that unique swagger common to those gals from the City of Montreal, Quebec. A style, confiden...