This is part two of a lesbian romance. I've split the story into three parts to keep each one a reasonable length but it is a continuous story so you'll need to read part one first, which can be found at: http: //www.literotica.com/s/such-a-little-thing-ch-01 Many thanks must go to EarthlyRose for her help editing this story. In addition, gratitude and tha...
CHAPTER ELEVEN (Tuesday, 23rd April 2002) Heather woke disorientated. Eventually, once she'd convinced herself she wasn't drunk or still dreaming, she realized she was upside down in someone else's bed. Upside down with a pair of alien feet under her nose. The lights were off and dawn hadn't yet broken, so she went by touch and smell. Quickly deducing the...
The characters in this story are all over eighteen and the age of consent, sex if it happens is consensual. UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don't go any further, for the rest of you enjoy. ***** Albriton was a faded Victorian seaside resort on Britains south eastern coast. It was selected by the Victorian railway ent...
Welcome once more, mes amies, to Smokeyville—your comfy little cubby hole for tasty Sapphic sexual torment and heartwarming romance. You're looking well. No, I did not lose control of my bladder; I'm just happy to see you. We've just passed a few sort of "milestone" Smokey Sagas...I don't know why I'm saying "we," since I've always written and edited these...
Seema had only managed two hours sleep. Even that had been fitful. Her feet felt well and truly battered and bruised. She had run all the way from Barney's back to her apartment, a full five miles. At some point, she had taken her high heeled shoes off to run barefoot, save for her stockings, and by the time she had reached home her stockings had shredded, l...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Running the risk of being mistaken for a terrorist, I spent the night in the airport, shifting from one area to another, mingling with crowds whenever possible. Every now and then I'd try to snatch a nap, taking care to pillow my head on my backpack, not wanting it to be assumed to be stray and blown up by the bomb squad. Thinking back, I...
Hello readers; my name is Emily, and I want to tell you my story, about how I reached this point in my life. Some of you will say I am weird, some will even say kinky or depraved; but you can think what you like, and I will just tell my story. I am not trying to say all the rest of you are wrong and I am right; it is just right for me, the way I live my life...
Hello friends!! Welcome back to Smokey's corner, and to Saga #89. This is my first story with a non-English title. There are no French characters in it (if you'd like one of those, please read "How To Tickle A Girl Insane"); it's simply a borrowed phrase. Everyone knows what it conveys, but it actually literally translates to "Household to three." And the ch...
This is a continuation of 'The New Assistant,' and 'The Milly Scott stories.' It would really help to have read those. In many of my stories there is a tragedy and sadly life is like that. This one is no different and it was the hardest thing that I've written. It tells the story of three main characters and how they move forward. There is a happier ending...
Chapter One Dave and I walked into the Busfeild Arms ten minutes late. That is to say we had been supposed to be there at high noon and we went through the front door just after ten past. To me, the "late Heather Hunter", the timing meant nix. Dave wasn't saying anything but, as Miss Punctuality, she was probably seething. And tee-hee to that! Why should...