(Continued from My maid Lata Part 1) My eyes opened at 5 AM. Still it was dark outside. Lata's body lay on me. I was really happy that she showed her concern yesterday for me and allowed me to sleep early and didn't force sex on me. I kissed her on her shoulder, ear and hair. Lata woke up with my kisses. "Good morning Latadidi" I whispered. She smiled at...
A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, Julia and Felicity are excited by what they wear. ***************** Felicity clambered to her feet looking shaky and emotional. "I don't think I have the energy for hill climbing anyway, but I really do want to go out wearing that triangle top. I want people t...
Tuesday morning. Absolutely the worst day of the week by virtue of the dreaded department meeting. I was almost out of the door, in fact about to set the alarm when I heard it - the squealing of brakes, a strangled yelp and the unmistakable crunch of one car hitting another. With a feeling of dread I pulled open the front door offering a silent prayer that t...
At the beginning of my first entry, I said, "I'm not a lesbian." Well, that's still true. But, based on everything that's been going on since that declaration, I'd have to say that there's certainly some bisexuality going on around here. In reflecting on all of this, I really can't believe what's happened over the past several years. I never - NEVER - saw th...
I'm not a lesbian. I'm not, really. But, something happened recently and I need to tell someone. I can't tell my friends. I certainly can't tell my husband. But, I really need to share this, get it off my chest. So . . .why not tell the world? That's why I'm here. Obviously, I'm going to be discreet, change some details, but, this is how it happened and thi...
Somehow Kimberly Stewart had survived five years as a military wife without Jim ever being deployed. Sure, he spent time in the training field in other units, but was never gone for more than a month, and was never in danger of dying. She hugged his big 6 foot frame at the edge of the parking lot. Jim brushed her red hair from her pale face to see her tear f...
Donna's phone rang, and Brooke was quick to answer it. "Hello?" "Donna? Is that you?" "No, I'm sorry... this is Brooke... Donna's not home today... she's at a seminar in San Mateo for the weekend, and I'm here, watching her place." "San Mateo?" "It's some kind of a business thing for marketing security systems. Donna's there trying to drum up interest i...
Disclaimer: -This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission. -This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between consenting female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto. -S...
Disclaimers: Mine. Two women loving each other. No violence (maybe next time). I suggest you read the first part if you wish to understand what is going on. Feedback is always more than welcome. Please stroke my writer's ego...it needs all the stroking it can get. :) *** The doorbell then decided to ring. I walked to the door, frowning in wonder as to wh...
Jimena Sanchez bent over to clean the bathtub, squirting the bleach enthusiastically around the tub's grimy rim. As she did so, Jimena noticed the tiny short skirt on her little maid's uniform riding up her ass and revealing part of her sexy well rounded ass in her white panties. The uniform was the kind of traditional french maid's uniform you could buy as...