The cab driver wished a happy Thanksgiving when the short raven haired sophomore got out of the car. "You too," the girl said already shivering from the strong winds bringing in cold air from the North. Once she had extended the grip on her small suitcase, setting it up so it was easy for her to let it trail behind her, she quickly got inside the terminal b...
My story "A Woman Knows..." was only supposed to be a one story part, but with all the feedback I received asking to have Eve and Tara actually get involved, I decided to write a second part to my story. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) - NawtyGrl --------- On my way home from the airport, I couldn't help but to think abo...
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Colleen Thomas whose work has been such an inspiration to writers on this site. I didn't know her personally, but perhaps to know a writer's work is to know her as she wished to be known. In that case, I can claim more than a passing acquaintance. This story is not somber. I doubt she would have wanted it so. Her ow...
"So, your name is Fartuun Asif and you've got a habit of farting at the worst possible times, man, that's absolutely frigging priceless," says my roommate/girlfriend Catherine Malemba, laughing merrily. We were sitting in the living room of our shared apartment in the Glebe area of downtown Ottawa, Ontario. Just two young women smoking shisha, relaxing in fr...
Cathy was confused and more than a bit frightened. Yet something about this woman calmed her. It had from the moment she walked into the room. The warmth depths of her brown eyes reassured her more than her words. Turning back towards those in the room, the woman commanded, "Bring her forth." The Minotaur obeyed as he carried her back to the front of the d...
For the rest of the afternoon, Veronica made sure she drank plenty of water in preparation for that evening. She wondered if any of the other members of the Pussy Club, apart from Jessica, liked golden showers and water sports; perhaps all of them did, or perhaps none of them - maybe this was a test to see just what she would be willing to do or how committe...
This story is a work of fiction (mostly) and involves sexual acts between two 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. This was the hard part, I had just walked through the door of the local sports bar, I had never been there b...
I'd always had a thing for artists. What was it about them? Not their looks—that's for sure. Didn't matter what a guy looked like, whether he was embarrassingly young or decrepitly old, big or small in any direction. If he was an artist, I was into him. From afar. I never had the confidence to actually approach a guy. I figured I wasn't an artist's type. S...
This story deals with themes of female domination and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think that you are likely to be offended by such material please try a different story. Chapter 1 It was with a degree of trepidation that I pressed the button for the fifth floor. The last time I had been here it was as the queen bee, the chairman's daughter, looki...
Music pounded around her. The club was an exclusive one, and had only the best DJ's turning on any given night. The floor literally vibrated under her feet. She looked at the bouncer that let her in without issue, then at the writhing mass of bodies visible beyond the door. Swathed in light that shifted like water, the strobes gave an interesting effect to...