For the past couple of years I had been getting progressively more curious about what it would be like to have sex with another woman, it had become my favourite fantasy and increasingly my imagination would conjure up a certain image of a beautiful blond girl whenever I reached for my favourite sex toys and indulged myself. I would visualize this woman sedu...
-1. Ashley P. Parks, a petite girl with hardly any length to her legs, stirred gently from her light sleep. She had come to the conclusion, before even looking at the lime-green dial of her electric alarm clock, that it was morning and she had better get up for a days work. Work, she laughed in self loathing; as if anyone in their right mind is going to pur...
Connie searches for the Eastern Wind and Kat breaks her ties with the past. The motorcycle club heads home, and the term devil dykes takes on a new meaning for the witches of Anaconda. Connie moped around her apartment for a couple of hours before dressing and going down stairs to the bar. It had been almost a week since she had been below in the Lucky Ei...
Was it one of his buddies that he said would welcome my practicing? So soon? I heard the garage door grinding to close and within moments the inside entry door opened and I heard high heels click across the kitchen floor. What? NO! Not a WOMAN! I couldn't be caught like this! Again, I tried to disengage from my task but Mr. Jacoby kept my head suspended wit...
Up until her final year at uni, Edith had given everyone the impression her emotional system had been cryogenically frozen. She'd never even once been on a date or shown the slightest indication of being drawn toward a fellow human being. Not sexually drawn, anyway. The idea of her ever having a "love problem" was, quite frankly, absurd. But, early into her...
(Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.) South England, September 2004 Vanessa exited the train, carrying two large bags, and looked somewhat lost. This seemed to be a really small town, she thought, even smaller than she had imagined from the descriptions in the college's student handbook. She was very tired, jet-lagged after her...
For background on this story, see "Cindy Lou Moves to New York". Cindy Lou looked out the window at the landscape whipping past as the bus barreled down the highway. Only about one hour was left of the 28 hour ride from Birmingham and she was looking forward, although with some trepidation, to starting her new life in New York. The ride was boring but it ha...
"Hi! Carlene!" Brooke waved across the crowded mall at her friend. It was Saturday morning and Brooke had a lot to do in preparation for college on Monday. First she wanted a pair of sunglasses to go with the Honda she was picking up from the dealership this afternoon. She watched her long time friend stride toward her. Except that they were both nineteen...
Private journal of Anna Volakas Monday 22nd September, 2014 I feel strange writing this down. No, not strange ... guilty. I don't know why I feel that way, because it doesn't make sense; but I do know what's causing it and maybe if I put it on paper then it won't be in my head any more. Then maybe I can sleep again at night. Let the damn paper feel guilty....
This is my second submission to Literotica and I would really appreciate your comments and feedback. I think this story may well lend itself to further instalments. Saturday morning. I awoke early and had breakfast before getting ready to leave the house. All the time I felt the excitement and anticipation building inside me. Today I was starting a par...