Hi, So I'm back with yet another Lesbian story. You'd think I'd eventually run out of ideas at this rate. This story is in response to several commenters who want me make Heather Franklin a more sympathetic character. In this piece, I take her back to her roots, to the person she wanted to be, rather than the one she became. Although this is a story that...
"You bitch, you fucking, dirty, cheating bitch." "What? What are you on about?" "You know full well what I'm on about." "Look quieten down and come in," Amanda said looking past the distraught, slim blonde woman screaming at her from the front door of her terraced town house. She saw the Mini with two wheels on the pavement, the door open and the engine s...
Lilly walked down the sidewalk. She looked neither right nor left. Several men greeted her, tipping their hats and calling her by name. She nodded and walked on, her heels clacking dully on the wooden sidewalk. At least the sidewalks were now elevated and she didn't have to get her long dress and shoes dusty or muddy going down the street when the infrequent...
Feeling another migraine coming on, Jess decided to make an appointment at the nearest doctor's office. Since she was new in town and didn't know anyone she just looked one up in the yellow pages. Parking her car, she grabbed her purse and opened the door, welcomed by the hot rush of New Orleans air that blew through her long raven black hair. Walking into...
Rachel and Janie's Magical Massage, Part 1, A Place to Go... "It's in the loft in that building over there." Says Rachel. Hmm, I think, dark street, old brick building, less than inspiring neighborhood, not to mention it's 10 at night—what's not to worry about. "Rach," I say tentatively, "maybe we ought to think about this? We've both had too much to dr...
Author's Note: I've had quite a few requests to continue this story... so here is the sequel to Best Christmas Present Ever featuring the characters of Amy and Laurel and what happened after the conference... All characters and events are fictional. Of course this story includes sexually explicit material and is intended for adults, so if you are not at le...
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. A...
Authors notes; Hi again. Between rounds of fixing our house I was able to pull a few all nighters and get some writing done. Again, the only editing done, was accomplished by my loving wife. Knowing that more house work is coming, I'm posting it as is. If ther are mistakes, I'm sorry, but it wouldn't be able to post them otherwise. Please remember this is...
Erin pored over the bills in front of her. For two years now she had lived on her own after finally getting a good job and getting away from her parents. She was twenty-one and lived in a small apartment in the middle of Seattle. Her job was a critique, reviewer and video maker for video games, movies and just about whatever came to her mind. A website paid...
Chapter Seven: Between the shafts of a cart The hands of her watch showed a square angle when Cathy entered the courtyard: nine o'clock sharp. The sun was shining above Charissa, as it usually did in the month of Rose. The New State had changed the names of the months: instead of Roman gods and imperators, they were now named after the nicest Auronian flowe...