Everyone in this story is over eighteen. It seeks to explore lesbian masochism, which I know exists. It was my husband's fault. Really. Mike was a horny bastard, and something of a voyeur. And that was how he lost me – simple as that. We used to go to a lot of parties, with other young married couples, many of us fancying each other's partners like mad....
This is my entry into the Valentine's Day story contest. It is a tale that takes place in the high fashion industry, and how love sometimes finds people in places and ways they never expected. * Sally Hemmings sat looking at the Valentine card that had been left on her desk before she arrived at work that morning. It was very beautiful and ornate, and smel...
This story features nobody under eighteen. My childhood was a mess. The daughter of a career serviceman, I was flitted from airbase to airbase until I was thirteen, when my dad, whom I had worshipped, upped and left. It dawned on me then, as had clearly been discovered by my father, that my mother was a slut, and little more than the 'camp bicycle.' Before...
Phoebe was sleeping soundly when my alarm went off on Wednesday morning. I slipped out of bed, showered, and was about to head for the train when she woke. "Morning, you." "Morning. I didn't want to wake you." Phoebe gave an elaborate yawn. "Should get up anyway." She padded over to me in her PJs (blue with yellow hedgehogs, if you were wondering) and sto...
Chapter One (October 2001, Lancashire) Walking down the usual, everyday street Heather caught sight of her reflection in the usual, everyday shop window. And modesty aside, she was impressed. Tall, raven-haired and needing no makeup at all she cut an impressive figure. Even in her student togs she was a sight to be seen; self-supporting, not needing a bra,...
This is the conclusion to "McKayla's Miracle". It picks up right where the previous chapter left off, so if you're interested in the story, you should probably read the previous parts. Enjoy! *********************** I came home early. I was eight months pregnant and wasn't feeling up to a full day's work. I could have quit my job or at least gone on bedr...
The characters in the following story are my own, created for my story "The Adventures of Ultra Woman and Mega Girl." I thought it might be fun to take them out for a bit more fun. * "Damn, who could that be at this hour?" Abigail Stone thought as the phone by her bed rang mercilessly. Normally a phone call, even at this late hour, wouldn't have bothered...
This is the second part of the tale of Caroline & Heather. You will need to read the first part for it to make any sense. There is a slightly harder edge to this part, with a bit more fetish content in it. Those of you who might not like that might want to leave now and just remember Caroline's happiness at the end of Part 1... For those of you brave enoug...
When Lauren awoke for the second time, the morning's light had faded. The gentle pattering of a summer shower quietly splashed against the window. The stereo was still playing her Enigma disk and the quiet hum of the air conditioner could barely be heard. Roxanne's gentle breathing was almost inaudible. Lauren slipped out of the bed and padded quietly to th...
Author's note; This story contains scenes of increasingly less reluctant lesbianism. ***** I was naked and on my bed within minutes of getting home. Satisfying the aching need for relief my afternoon of performing cunnilingus had created was my first priority. Around me lay my trusty vibrator, the slim one I'd used last night, the buttplug Olivia had giv...