Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** Our Albert-Preston University cheer team does community service and special appearances during the school year. Sometimes it's a new business opening or some civic event in our small college town but mostly it is some sort of goodwill appearance. Hospitals, grade schools, nursing ho...
Ding! Still gnawing at the end of my pen, mind racking the PR crisis in front of me, I lazily grabbed my phone but before I reached it, my best friend, Willow, snatched it like a cheetah. She plopped down in the plush chair across from my desk and squealed. "Oh my gosh, Diana! You've got a Catch! He looks like a hottie too!" she exclaimed, quickly unlocki...
This story is a work of fiction (mostly) and involves sexual acts between women If this offends you or is illegal, please stop reading now. Written by a dirty woman named Valerie, you can reach me through the link below with positive comments. Thanks to all those that have commented so far, I really enjoy writing these stories and I am glad you all take enj...
Sandra sat at her desk and read the email over again. "My dear Sandra, I had such a good time with you last night that I wanted to send you a little thank you note. Your company was wonderful, and well, after, well, I have to say that I have never been with such a kinky, and generous woman before. You are truly amazing....... Leanne." "Now that is an intere...
I've been bullied all throughout school. Grade, middle, and especially high. It didn't matter. Living in a small mid-western town, a town where the high school football team reigned supreme, the cheerleaders were the prettiest, most popular and came from the wealthier families. I never fit in. Our family was best classified as lower middle class. We didn't w...
Dorian Harper swore she'd never visit a lesbian bar. The 47 year old butch librarian was rather conservative and a hopeless introvert. She had nothing against drinking. As a matter of fact, Dorian often enjoyed a post-work beer or two in the comfort of her own home. She hated drunks though, and the drama that almost always came with it, and yet here she was....
Hi, I'm Alicia, I'm eighteen years old and a Senior at Central High School, I'm also a varsity cheerleader there, along with my best friend and lover, Shelly. Yes, Shelly is my lover, has been since December when we got stranded at the Log Cabin Motel because of a blizzard. Since discovering the pleasures of girl on girl love making, we've introduced Brea,...
Ironically, it was my husband who noticed you first. As you climbed out of the pool in one of those frighteningly brief bikinis that the young of today wear and which put the fear of Christ up older women like me, he said. "God I thought that was Emma," referring to our niece. I looked up and saw this lithe, beautiful, impossibly slim, but femininely rounde...
My name is Fiorenza. It's Italian and it means flower. Momma loves flowers. Every summer, daisies bloom in the field behind our home. When I was little, I'd run through the field pretending I was in one of those laundry detergent commercials on TV. You know, in a flowing dress with daisies all around? I'd pick a bunch for Momma and she'd smile and say, "Renz...
It was a short trip to the station, and Helen was quiet for most of it. Just as we got to the car park she spoke rapidly: "You must think I'm mad, talking at you like I did before. I probably am, a little bit. I can't deal with too much happening in my life, I need to keep it simple or I start going off the rails. But I have to know Phoebe's all right." "I...