"Would you two stop giggling and get out of the car?" Miranda called as she got out of the drivers seat of the mini van. The two she was referring to were her daughter Leslie and her friend Sarah. The two high school girls had spent the entire car ride huddled together on the back seat whispering and giggling. "Coming mom," Leslie called back as she opened...
Hi Everyone! Sorry it has been a while since I posted anything, but here goes! It may help to read the first installment of "Maureen", before reading Part two. Cheers! * * * * * Maureen felt free and confident, slipping in and out of traffic as she sped down the main drag towards downtown. She knew there were lesbian bars in such a big city, but did not ha...
(Other have enjoyed my account of when I first met Bobbi “When Miranda met Bobbi” and this is another account of a special evening for us…..) “Turn over for me, darling.” “Mmm – I thought you’d never ask!” Bobbi flipped over on to her stomach and wriggled back across the bed towards me. Her beautiful ass gleamed in the candlelight, and the curve of her sm...
Cinderella was a beautiful young woman. You couldn't always tell, her hair often in a messy bun, her face and clothes dirty from cleaning and cooking all day. She once lived a happy life with her father in his estate, but that all changed when he remarried. Her step mother was a cruel woman and Cinderella knew she only married her father for his money. But...
Chapter 03 Hot Veronique ©Julia Gentile 2011 This story continues to explore my passion for beautiful women in highly charged sensual situations. It is part of a longer story and you will enjoy it more and understand the context better if you have read the previous chapters of Trusting Rebekka. There's more to come too; hope you like the drip-feed. I also...
After an hour of looking up at the wall I decided to get up and do something. What that something was...I didn't know. I checked my phone and sighed. No messages or texts. Well, at least not any from the one person I wanted them from. I rubbed my temples. How had my life gotten so sad? I hated that I had even wanted to check so soon. She said she would c...
I checked the clock again for the fifth time this evening. It had moved, even though it moved slightly. I rubbed my temples and got up from my desk. As I walked over to the window of my office I noticed the weather. It was, as per usual, another overcast day in Seattle. Cold as hell out there too. I sighed heavily. It was hard to get in the swing of being in...
“I think,” Claire said in her tight-jawed voice, “we should make that fat girl, Janice, our slave. If we need our pussy eaten, we call Janice. If we’re going out of town, we have Janice make herself available to our men.” Claire snorted. “Do you know Dwight actually had the nerve to tell me ‘…it just feels good and squishy…’ when he was talking about som...
Note: My previous story "Paid Into Lesbian Facesitting" sets up this short story. - Kim. ***** My friend Miranda, a lesbian amateur pornstar, had tricked me into going "gay for pay" with her. I ended up loving it, but it wasn't Miranda who I couldn't keep out of my head since that day. It was her friend, the cameragirl who bluntly sat on my face after f...
This is a edited version of 'Whom You Least Expect'. My thanks go to Axelotto for editing my work and embellish it (I did so many mistakes, you must appreciate an editor when you find one) and KillerMuffin for her article 'Punctuating like a pro' on this site, it was very helpful and made me wonder about what I learned at school. This is a story of discovery...