Lisa Kwo sat on her bed in Cheshire House contemplating the bags that lay strewn around the two girl bedroom. Absentmindedly, she twisted her long thick black hair into plaits, finger-combing it out, before starting again. Despite being the same age as the eighteen year old Helene Ashe who'd been summarily deposited into her room, she only knew the blonde g...
Part the Fourth: In Which The Lady Esme Winterblossom, And Her Constant Companion Amelia, Make Their Escape From The Debaucheries Aboard The Vessel Of The Sapphic Pirate Miranda, And Seek Refuge Among The Sailors and Soldiers On The Island Of St. Roger, In The Process Inventing A New Dance Sensation * * * July 9, 17-- Diarie My Dear, So much has transpir...
Part the Final: In Which Miss Esme Winterblossom, Now Wearing The Mantle Of The Late Sapphic Pirate Miranda, Conceives An Extraordinary Plan Of Escape For Her Crew From The Sargasso Sea, Through The Use of A Rite Suggested By Her Catamite Hippolyte, And Boldly Goes Where No Sapphic Pirate Has Gone Before * * * Sept. 17, 17-- And Beyond The Infinite Capta...
"Hi - do you mind if we jog together?" The female voice took me by surprise - I had not noticed another runner coming up behind me. But my heart pounded when I saw who drew up alongside me. "Why, no, not at all - but I'm near the end of my run," I replied, quickly drinking in this beautiful girl. Her blond hair pony was tailed through her college baseball...
And, finally, it's here. This is a direct continuation of where I left off with Kismet Ch. 02. I apologize for the wait and you may need a little refresher on the characters because I took so long to submit this one. I hope it doesn't disappoint! Thanks for the patience. And a big thanks to E for editing, although, I did add some things so any errors are t...
Sweet is The Night, - The Agonising Awakening. Prologue: It has taken me several years and lots of persuasion to write this account; the second part of the first time I made love, not to a male but a female. It is also a noose around my neck, hoping that this story will be well received. However here goes and it starts with the final few paragraphs of swee...
I first met Saskia at an art class. I was posing nude and she was one of the students. When I got the chance to see her painting I let out a gasp. Unlike the others it was clearly me, but me as she interpreted me. My hair, quite blonde in real life was jet black in her painting, but she had captured the way it was styled so beautifully. My skin tone was a lo...
Prologue: My name is Miranda, and I'm a petite but curvy young lady living and working in London. I have a rather wonderful partner, who is very much a real gentleman. However, the last few months in particular, my bi-curiosity has become stronger for various reasons. One such reason was reading the stories in the bi-lesbian section at literotica. Another...
A huge hug and sloppy kisses to those of you who have e-mailed me about this novel over the past few months. You guys are the best xx For Z, my forever. I sought Not with my eyes But the tips of my fingers The familiar slope of your breast Down, down Down to the little warm nook That I'd be blessed to call home * You watch me Eyes hazy...
"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...