This is my first attempt at writing a story so i'm testing the water really. Feedback welcomed. Starts slowly, goes on a bit. Apparently I can't write and listen to music at the same time but I was obsessed with I Walk a Little Faster as performed by Blossom Dearie throughout the time I was writing this, hence the title. ***** Prologue - A Dividing Line...
The front door slammed. Melanie winced at the noise. She made her way down the marble staircase to the bar to pour herself a drink. She needed something to steady her nerves. In the back of her mind was a nagging thought 'how did it come to this?' As she sat with her glass of wine, her mind was full of confusion. Which way would she turn? She pondered her fu...
After my extraordinary weekend with Jennifer, I realized that while I may have been in lust with a couple of girls at college, what I experienced with Jennifer was love, the real deal. When I thought about her which was frequent, my heart pounded and the most wonderful feeling surged through my body. This went way beyond mere sexual attraction. During my...
Part two of their story. Team Building. A team reunion for the two lovers. *********** The concern in the back of her mind which slightly tempered the thought of any permanent relationship was that Linda was young, she was just starting out in life and whilst she had declared her love for Wendy it could just have been an infatuation or a crush. It also may...
I awoke half asleep, Haley’s arms draped over me, her soft warm body pushed up against mine, a warm glory flooding over my entire body. Then I was hit by a sudden panic. ‘Haley, your parents there be back anytime, Haley wake up’. I shouted. ‘There on holiday, for the week, go back to sleep baby’, she murmured back at me. My hart slowed back down its normal...
If you skipped the first section of this story, there may be one or two areas in Part 3 that are unclear. For this reason I would urge you to read Parts 1 and 2 first (at only 2680 words, it really doesn't take long). ***** An Older Woman: Part 3 - Another chance: It wasn't until the following Monday that I got a text message from Barbara inviting me to...
Author's Notes: First and foremost, I can't thank all those who have rated, commented and emailed me regarding the first chapter of Blueprints enough. It's been so nice receiving feedback, encouragement and guidance from you all. Thank you. A very special thanks to LesbianChickLit, who edited this chapter. I really am in your debt. I consider myself v...
Continuing the saga of Sylvia's conversion to a Lesbian lifestyle, and her subjugation by the exotic Susana, that started under 'Calandria' – for technical reasons now under my new author-designation. Nobody in this story is under 18. My mistress's house felt quiet, with Paloma and Adela no longer in residence, and Lucy, the new Chinese maid, still feelin...
Bewildered Frankie parked in the driveway of an interwar suburban semi. For a moment she slipped just enough out of character to pull a bashful face that a single woman in her twenties owned a house which must have set her back the best part of two hundred thousand. Then the mask slipped back into place as she walked round the car and opened the door for J...
"I suppose someone, somewhere, got the first ever blow job. I mean sex is for procreation, right? Essentially, that's what it is for. So, logic follows that at one point in human history there was a time before the trimmings were added. Yeah?" Harvey wasn't looking for an answer, but I nodded my head anyway, trying not to look as if I was in a rush, which I...