This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think you might be offended please find yourself another story. * Chapter 1 I was naked and terrified. I could move nothing but my eyes and could see little except the blankness of a white ceiling. I tried to call out but I had no voice. I desperately tried to gather m...
This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think that you might be offended please try another story. Chapter One If I had to find a few adjectives to describe myself I would use pretty, intelligent, principled; someone guided by a clear moral compass. Then why was I kneeling on the bed with the headset tight agai...
This story snuck up on me in the middle of another writing project. It kept insisting I write it, wouldn't let me go. Who am I to resist? Those of you who have read my other stories know that I don't do short. This one is also a slow burn with a long build-up, but I'm sure you'll find it worth your while. You don't need to have read my other work first, but...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* *.*.* "Again, Mr. Sullivan, your name is not on the lease. Your name is not on ANY the paperwork with Prescott P...
It's funny where you will find inspiration. I was driving down the street and happened to spy a young woman working in her flower garden. She wore tiny, tight short-shorts and was down on her hands and knees. She was displaying a fine little butt pointed at the street. Clearly, she was not aware of the little show she was providing to passers-by, or maybe sh...
As I have said, I couldn't write without the assistance of my friend and editor, Terry. He is unfailingly positive and encouraging, while still offering suggestions on how I can improve the story. Despite repeatedly reading my stories, I still miss things and am so thankful for his talent at catching them I appreciate it all, but his friendship the most! **...
1949 -- In the beginning Prologue Julia Monroe leans her forehead against the window of the railroad car, her mind barely registering the scenery streaming by. As a young teenager, on her way home from the boarding school, she was fascinated by it, imagining all sorts of wonderful stories set on fantastical worlds. This time, Julia is thinking of a very di...
I climbed the steps to Colleen's apartment with some trepidation. Which was ridiculous, when you think about it. Why should I be nervous? I've been up and down these stairs a thousand times. Colleen and I have been best friends since junior high school. Better than best friends; more like sisters. In fact, some of the girls on our high school basketball team...
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...
It was a quiet night. TV was boring as usual so I was happily sitting on the couch at home reading a book. My name is Cyndi and I'm the older one of the "not really twins". My sister Annabel and I differ in age by 11 months. We both have our mother's good looks and our father's good genes. We both stand at 5'4" and look like identical twins. We both keep o...