Ashley Smith was very different from other girls her age. She is 18 years old, lives in northern California, and will soon enter her first semester of college. In high school Ashley was friendly, but did not have a social life. She never hung out with friends after school, never went to prom or homecoming, and never really went to football games or anything...
Hi. My name is Britney Burris, and I'm from the tiny suburban community of Apple Valley, Washington. My best friend growing up was Jessi Nolan, and during our teenage years we both had huge girl-crushes on her Aunt Fiona, whom we both thought to be the coolest woman on the planet. Perhaps I should tell you a bit more about Jessi & myself before continuing....
There was no denying that Rachel Jance was depressed; cocooned in a melancholy haze of grayness for the last month or so. She once enjoyed what her friends and colleagues thought was a great marriage with an equally great looking husband. They met in college but they held off on starting a family, and before she fully realized, that delay became indefinite....
Allison Springs knew, of course, that she was a stunner, a looker, a hottie, a cutie. And yet none of those words actually fully described the beauty and sex appeal of the 22-year-old blonde social worker. She was more. Much more. At 5 feet 10 inches and 125 pounds, her 34DD – 21 – 34 figure was topped by a face that was that of an angel. She was a glorious...
Annette Bishop watched the other workers in the office gather up their things and get ready to leave at the end of the day, but on this Thursday afternoon she made no move to join them, and just called out cheerfully 'goodnight' and 'see ya in the morning', or just waved to the women who were further away. In truth, she was rather nervous and preoccupied, bu...
Author's note: This will be a two or possibly three-part story about a consensual and unorthodox relationship between adult women. Comments and emails are welcome and gratefully accepted. There's a light but unmistakable "domination/submission" angle at play here so if that's not your cup of tea you might want to find a story more to your taste. Thank you v...
Thank you so much for the comments! That was some legitimate criticism about my writing. I will do better in proofreading and editing. I'm a little worried about the overall structure and direction of the story though. I have an outline for the story, but I never put a lot of attention to what specific niche within erotic literature I was trying to fall. I j...
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...
So it was that at four o'clock the following day, Jimmy and I entered a cupboard on the landing and slipped down a passage to the window that looked out into Georgina's boudoir. From her side the window was a mirror and, as she had explained, it was through this that the photographs were taken. It was a lovely room, smaller than the salon and richly decora...
Blanche Monroe was the owner of Economy Furniture, a store located between two ghettos; the run-down part of the city where many of the low-income people lived, and the student ghetto which was rapidly becoming just as decrepit because it was primarily multi-family houses rented out by landlords who mostly cashed the checks and did the minimum of repairs nee...