Dear readers, this is the fourth installment in the series of stories about Lydia and her young submissive lover Rita. I have received much positive feedback on the first three stories in the series and hope you also will like this one. Sapphic Granny (Lydia) The previous stories are : Chapter 1: The Subjugation of Rita Chapter 2: Weekend with Granny Ch...
It's an unremarkable black door at the top of 3 stone steps. The paintwork gleams, the brass fittings are highly polished and thousands of Londoners pass by without a glance in its direction every working day. If you ever walk the network of side-streets between St. Pancras Station and The British Museum, perhaps you're one of them. Or maybe you're one of th...
Sex section is bookended with ~~~. Feel free to quit reading at that point if you're not into plot. Standard Boilerplate: Contains graphic lesbian sex to be enjoyed by legal adults. Characters not meant to resemble anyone living or dead, fictional or real. Comments welcome! I step inside out of the Seattle rain and kick off my sensible business-heels,...
I think it was something about the way she looked when she drove her truck. I'm not going to lie and say that it wasn't also her strong shoulders, the way she exuded confidence or the way she made butterflies flutter in my stomach at the mere mention of her name, but it was definitely the sexy way she looked when she drove her truck that first made me look...
Authoress note: Saga learned a new phrase from me the other day: "Chit-chat" she got this thoughtful look on her face after I explained it (by not explaining it, she always has wikipedia open when I'm around), then boldly suggested we replace the 'h' in 'Chit' with 'l', and asked if I wanted to do some 'clit-chat.' You should have seen how bright red her f...
I hated her almost immediately. She was such a jerk, and she was entirely too cocky. So how had I ended up in her bed, on my back, screaming her name? It's a bit of a story. * I walked into Boden Hall, ready to begin a new semester. I was excited about my Junior year, and couldn't wait for the semester to get underway. I got up to my room, unpacked my thin...
** October 18th, 2014 ** Lissy and Kara We woke slowly on Saturday, sleepy, stretchy, warm, sore, and happy to be next to each other. After sufficient stretching and other languid movement, we turned to each other, murmured morning greetings, and kissed, ignoring the other's morning mouth. Hells bells, we share every other damn thing. "Morning lover. W...
Author's note: This story is a follow up of sorts to Evergreen Kiss. Sarah and Meaghan make an appearance, and are a catalyst for the events of the story, but they're not the main characters. The story isn't a quick read; if you're looking for that, move on. ~~~ Christine picked the phone up from her desk and looked at the incoming caller id. 989 area co...
A Match Made By A Vixen Literally© ** May 23th ** I'm Melissa Eileen Burkhart Stone. That's Lissy for short. If it's Thursday afternoon it means I'm in the office of my shrink, Elizabeth McCormick. I started therapy a little more than a year ago. Me? I have three children and was recently widowed. I suppose 'recently' depends on who's doing the telling. M...
Author's Note: As you can see, this is chapter three of this series. Please, to get the full effect of the story, read the first two chapters. As always, I welcome any feedback. The authors on this site thrive from the feedback of our works. Again, thanks P&J for a wonderful story line. You two are sexy! Thanks, R. * The next morning I awoke to clouds and...