Part 2b: Jenny's Story (My thanks goes out to all those who have sent me feedback and letters of encouragement. Your messages have fed my fickle muse and inspired me to keep writing. Thanks again and please keep the messages coming!) Feedback most welcome. ---*--- Getting my Chevy Nova running again was an embarrassingly simple task. While mom stated hom...
This is the final part of a lesbian romance. I split the story into three parts to keep each one a reasonable length but it is a continuous story so you'll need to read part one first, which can be found at: http: //www.literotica.com/s/such-a-little-thing-ch-01 Many thanks must go to EarthlyRose for her help editing this story. In addition, gratitude and...
Chapter One (Wednesday 16th October 2002) Viola had never felt so much alone as she exited the lift and walked along K floor's central corridor. Here she was, on her way to a meeting of the Lesbian Society. Less than a week ago she'd called herself straight. Less than a week ago she'd not had one lesbian bone in her body. Except she'd been deluding everyo...
CATS: BDSM, Fetish, Group, Toys ***** Intro Wives Polly and Paula—whom fate apparently willed to unite on first-name basis alone—were married for ten years. Paula Jordan cherished and treasured Polly Farrely beyond words. The devotion knew no limits, no bounds. The day they walked down that aisle and declared their eternal love was the happiest of their l...
Denise's car followed mine home after work. She was behind me as I fumbled my keys in the lock of my apartment but didn't say anything until we were inside. She sat her purse down on the bar that separated my kitchen from my dining room and announced, "I like your apartment, Betty." She hesitated a moment and spoke again, "I know I was pretty aggressive at w...
I knew it was going to be bad. From the moment my alarm went off and my eyelids refused to open, I knew it was going to be bad. I'm not normally one to get premonitions. I can't tell when storms are brewing, or know what it means when one ear is ringing and not the other one. I'm not in tune with future wavelengths. Not usually. Part of it was the hangover....
Part 2a: Kate's Story (My thanks goes out to all those who have sent me feedback and letters of encouragement. Your messages have fed my fickle muse and inspired me to keep writing. Thanks again!) Feedback most welcome. ---*--- I had driven straight home after leaving Jenny's house in a state of high excitement - I still couldn't quite believe what had...
Author's Note: Many thanks to carolin_ for volunteering to edit, for the quick feedback, and also for the encouragement. Should anyone get to the end and contemplate commenting, you should know that comments make my life. * "Fi! Hold the door!" A screech cuts through the rush hour bustle, and I wince in recognition. Clutching my bag closer, I sink into m...
(Author's note: Even as I am writing this story, I still don't have a clue what category it should fit into. Whichever category I choose, several others would be appropriate as well, so forgive me if I don't make the perfect choice.) Norma was nineteen in her final year of high school when the sex witch came to the neighborhood and moved in next door. Of co...
Chapter One (September 1997) The sobbing was coming from room 443; Madhu's room. It just wasn't in Angie's nature to walk on by. Priests and Levites might have been capable of passing on the other side of the halls corridor, but she wasn't. She lightly rapped her knuckles on the door. No response. The sobbing continued. Angie rapped a little harder. 'Ma...