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Cassie woke up suffused with warmth. Part of it was the summer heat, but mostly it was the radiant pleasure inside her and the heat of the soft body she was cuddled up against. She smiled to herself and wrapped the other girl's arm around her as she slipped back into sleep. She woke up for a second time when the body pressed against her began to shift. Cas...
I felt bereft when I lost Sal. We both knew it would happen one day of course -- I'd been nursing her through MS for several years -- but somehow you never expect the dread day to actually come. Our friends rallied round wonderfully, and the girls at the bookshop we own were great covering while I got myself together. But it felt as though half of me had gon...
Outside the comfort zone The Second Night They drank a bottle of red wine, with their dinner. Cassey wasn't too comfortable, with idea. But Katherine put her foot down; stating that there may be times, both in social or with a client, where having a drink was acceptable, if not polite. It was time to put away immature drinks and to start drinking, like gro...
For forty-seven-year old Alison Beckett this was shaping up to be the worst weekend of her life. Her planned date for Saturday night had decided that he would be seeing somebody else, somebody closer to his age group (closer to twenty) and closer to home. To make matters worse, a good friend of hers had asked if she would mind babysitting her daughter Mandy...
"Oh, a weekend all to myself," I thought as John and the boys drove off down the street. Just what the doctor ordered, no playing chauffeur, or chef, or any other motherly duties. Just two wonderful days all to myself. With that I decided to start my weekend off with a nice hot bath, and then I would sit back with a good book and relax. At least that was th...
Type. Type type. Once in a while, the dark-haired young woman keeps glancing on the clock. Almost 5 o'clock already. She promised her friends to meet them in Club Revon at 6 o'clock, the lesbian club that they usually hang out together. She only got one hour to go home to change and get ready. Ding. Ding. Ding. It's 5 o'clock already. Erin saves her work,...
INTRO TO POTENTIAL READERS: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT INTO LESBIAN DOMINATION, SUBMISSION and BONDAGE. THANK YOU. THIS IS A SMALL PART OF THE CONTINUING STORY OF LISA, HELEN and SASSA, NOT TO BE READ AS A STAND ALONE SECTION. PLEASE READ EARLIER PIECES IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY! NOTE ALSO: TO BE REWRITTEN and ADDED TO: THIS IS ALL FIRST VERSION. P...
The shape of her face was never as important to me as when I couldn't see it anymore. The distance between her eyes, the prominence of her nose, the smoothness of her cheek, the contour and colour of her lips. The lips I had to stop myself reaching out to touch with my fingertips as she was talking; and the eyes I lost myself in so many times, seeing all of...
That Friday was horrid. All day long Crystal was over excited. I dealt with half a dozen meltdowns before we even got to Marcy's house. Kids are funny like that, especially the special ones, they can just sense your moods and push your buttons. It is not that they are being naughty or trying to upset you more, it is more that you being upset makes them insec...