"Hurry," Tiffany said, "I'm about to explode!" Tina drove a little fast to Tiffany's house. Arriving there, they got out of the car and ran inside. Tiffany took Tina by the hand and led her to the bedroom. They sat on the poofy king-size bed together and kissed passionately for a few minutes. When they both started to feel each other's breasts, Tina said "...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers I was a private investigator working at the behest of a crime lord. While conducting my investigation, I was taken captive by a mysterious criminal group, led by a man named Timothy, or possibly Fu Manchu, suspected of kidnaping a mother and her daughter, and converting them to lesbianism. Now they were doing the same to m...
This story just came to me in one of those waking dreams. I have no idea if a Black Tie club exists in New York, or anywhere else for that matter, but it seemed like a good backdrop for two women to meet and eventually fall in love. As the story is written by an American, I've had to change the spelling of some words to add authenticity. Finally, in editing...
The Köntlicher Files, Chapter 3: Mark and Samantha Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers The Köntlicher (pronounced: kōn-li-shay) Institute is affiliated with a major Midwestern University, and dedicated to the study of heterosexual relationships disrupted by apparently aberrant behavior by the female partner. Most conclusions are derived from statistical data...
This story is partly fictional, although the woman by the name of Lynne is real but I have not used her real name and she does indeed run a matchmaking service for lonely, horny lesbians. Although she calls it matchmaking, it is actually prostitution. * Well with Eden, my partner, gone for two months and Sandy, my occasional playmate, not sure that she is...
Wendy stood on the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. A breeze rustled the leaves of a nearby maple tree and tickled her face. Swayed by the moving air, a desiccated leaf fell in front of her. She brushed aside some strands of her honey blonde hair that covered her eyes. Hearing some hurried steps behind her back, Wendy turned...
Celeste was always an affectionate woman from the time she was very young. In the time since she had a chance to settle down out of her wilder streaks, and after all that had happened to her in life, she had grown to be a bit lonesome. That changed in late 2006. Quite some eventful months ago, she found a website spotlighting a young visionary that was prov...
Vera knocked lightly on the door to Xui-Li's cabin, gathering herself for this next phase of the emotional roller coaster. She was unused to feeling so powerless, to being at everyone's beck and call, to having no say whatsoever in what she did or what was done to her. However, she was in too deep and there was no way for her to back out now. Out here at sea...
Author's Note: The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. If you do not share these fetishes, please stop reading. If you do continue to r...
I don't know what it was about Amy—probably just how terribly cute she was—but she was the first girl I ever enjoyed analingus with. Or more correctly, the first one whose ass-hole I really wanted to lick. It's probably because her fanny is sooo cute and shapely, but I've slept with lots of other women before and though my tongue has swiped over the bung-hol...