This is intended to be another lesbian Romance. Not exactly sure where it's going from here though. I'm really working hard here to create a character that is reacting to a situation that she finds herself in. I really don't want her to come across as a total man-hating bitch, but not really sure that I succeeded. Please try to read it with the understanding...
Chapter Seven Skyler sat at the picnic table watching Kaia turn the vegetable kabobs and baked potatoes she had on the grill. The tall and sexy black girl's back was to her, her long white hair pulled back in a band, exposing her regal-looking neck. Kaia wore only a sports bra as a top, her broad yet feminine shoulders and the slim, defined musculature of h...
Saturday morning was not good. Saturday morning was very bad. Very, very bad. I woke late, but still way too early for my head. The light was streaming through the curtains I'd forgotten to pull. I was face down. My duvet was half on and half off and one leg was hanging over the side. My head was on the point of implosion and my stomach felt like a tumble d...
(Author's note: All of these stories are intended for a very specific audience—lesbians who've had problems with religious beliefs, and their overwhelming desire to love another woman. The mental and emotional stress they have been subjected to, while wholly unnecessary and erroneous, still takes its toll on those so afflicted. These stories were meant to r...
Cassie had a hard time sleeping that night. It felt as though she had something hard in the pit of her stomach. Maybe one of those spiky metal balls at the end of a mace. It was guilt, she supposed, but did guilt have to feel so physical? Maybe she was coming down with something. That would only be appropriate – a punishment for all the pleasures of the fles...
The air was alive with excitement as the Southwest passenger jet left the tarmac. My older sister, Alana, and I were seated together toward the back, huge grins on our faces as we looked out the window, watching the city lights drop away. It was a red eye flight that we had booked at the last second when we learned that our scheduled flight the next day woul...
****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter nine of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from th...
"Sara! How nice to see you!" I turned from the bookshelf I was searching, to see my old teacher, Mrs Slade, standing next to me. I smiled and greeted her, and we were soon talking about how I was doing at University, and what some of my old classmates were doing. It was nice to see Mrs Slade, she'd always been one of my favourite teachers, and she'd been so...
This story is a lesbian romance story with a twist. It has been entered in the Valentine's Day contest. Please vote. A "thank you" to Robert, Bob, Molly, James and my sweet pussycat for your comments. Though not necessary for reading this story, you can gather additional background on the characters by reading the first three installments of the "Grounded...
The sounds of nature filled the night air by the shore of Spring Lake. A hundred feet from the water's edge sat a mixed quintet of women around a roaring fire. The clear water reflected the light of a full moon, a light that added to the illumination from the fire. Fifty feet further from the waterline stood a large wooden cabin, their home for the weekend....