Megan was sitting on a warm beach, tanning. All around her were women; there was not a man in sight. Hundreds of attractive women, in sexy bathing suits. She wanted to get up and run, but she also wanted to stay. Stay and see if she could get one of them to come over and join her in her spot. Stay and see if she could get one of them to come back to her hote...
This is a work of lesbian fiction, and is only intended for like-minded individuals. I hope you enjoy, please mail me your comments and love at the link below. An Examination for St. Mary's. I opened the envelope with trembling fingers and took out the hand written invitation inside. I knew it was from Mistress Megan, the girl I couldn't keep from my mind...
"Does a spanking hurt?" asked Megan in a sweet, innocent little voice. "Well, I guess you could say that it hurts kinda good," I laughed, thinking to myself that we had found a golden treasure in this sweet girl. "What do you mean, BethAnne?" I could almost feel her eyes on my nicely reddened buns. "Mmm. It's a bit hard to explain. A spanking or a whippin...
Megan could not get Cindy off her mind all week; it has been this way since their first meeting at the laundry room. She couldn't forget how she looked, felt, tasted or the way she moaned when she came hard. Every night she went to sleep she fantasized about her, which resulted in her running her hands over her body, massaging her tits, twisting her nipples...
Megan loved pistachios and remembered reading somewhere that when the nut ripened the shell would open halfway to expose the nut inside. She had also read that in Iran the ripe pistachio was referred to as khandan, which meant laughing. One reason she liked the pistachios so much was the way it opened, with the hidden nut inside, reminded her of her lover'...
Megan is my truth, my lie and my fantasy. She is a cherished and beloved friend. She exists in my life because she has chosen to. We share secrets with you and few others. Our lives are intertwined, and have grown to strengthen each other. As we stood waiting for the water to become warm I said, "Let me wash you." Megan silently stepped into the tub and s...
Linda and I usually slept with the window open. In the morning I could hear the birds chirping to each other long before the first rays of sun hit the eastern plains. It was a time of peace and tranquility in my life, and I was never happier than I was with Linda by my side. More often than not, the birds put me back to sleep with their gentle singing. We no...
My fantasies had a different edge on them for the next two days. My thoughts were swirling around with new possibilities, new directions. I did know what to make of them just yet, but I knew that something needed to happen because my sexual needs had been reawakened and there was no stopping them! Little did I know that the "Tupperware" party on Saturday nig...
Author's Note: I would first like to say thank you for all the support I've been receiving for this series, you guys rock! Secondly, I've been working on a first person writing style with more emotional storytelling, so please provide feedback or comments if you like the changes on this third chapter. Also, I would love to work with other authors working o...
She'd been the top sales person in the office for a year, somehow managing to make sales even in the quiet periods. The new offer to give a 10% discount if you could sell at least three units in the same street had sent the sellers into a frenzy as the boss had promised a big commission bonus to whomever sold the most systems by the end of the month. Off the...