I hate moving. Mind you, this was my very first move so my experience was, you might say, limited, but those of you who have moved and I must think that's most of you, know what I mean. My name is Sally. I'm a country girl and I was in the process of moving to the city for the first time. Oh, did I mention I hate moving? I'm twenty-one, considered pretty b...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. * Stephanie Wells relaxed on her favorite bench in Washington Square Park, enjoying the unexpected warm weather that a late Indian Summer had brought to the third week of October. In the ele...
This story is based on interracial lesbian reluctance, coercion and domination. It is fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on. ---------------------------------------- Briana, Leah and Aimee had been dancing all night. The combination...
Lena lay on her violet sheets, her arms on either side of head. She stared up at her unmoving ceiling fan. She studied the lines on the wood. She didn't know what kind of wood the blades were made from, and she didn't care to know. She traced her eyes on the gold patterns and sighed. Her bedroom was hot. She didn't want the A.C. or the fan turned on. She le...
Olivia was a quiet girl. Not too many friends, but she loved the ones she had. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes with black eye liner on and slightly pale skin. She had a small face with a tiny nose, complete with a stud piercing. Her eyebrows where thin and black with not a hair out of place. She had rosy red lips, which were small, cute and always f...
On Friday evening, Olivia Lambert strode into Sappho's, her favorite bar and general hangout. Although she didn't particularly want a drink, she would have one or two and expected to buy several for one or more of the female patrons who would be present. Her desires were something much more carnal than liquor; she was there for sex with one of the women who...
***Author's Note: It seemed that a lot of people didn't like the last chapter. I said it was going to be rough. Anyway, from now on I'm going to try to place the chapters into better categories. The last one probably should have been in Fetish.*** ***** Olivia couldn't sleep the entire night. She managed to sneak back into her room after her clothes and sh...
Author's Note: This is the fictional tale of two people, both of legal age, finding love at a fictional college. It's sappy and dialog heavy and it takes awhile to get to the sex(the good sex anyway) so it may not be for everyone. But if it is for anyone, I hope they enjoy September 3rd, 2006: It was an annual tradition on the campus of Burling College. At...
It has been a whirlwind few weeks. A few weeks ago I was only fucking Andrew in my head. But since Andrew and mine's first sexual encounter in the alley behind the restaurant that has all changed. What was once only in my dreams, has now been played out in real life many times. Besides the amazing sex, Andrew makes me feel special, beautiful, and wanted lik...
Day One Being the first to arrive, Megan had no idea when the others would show or who the others even were. Being first gave her the right to choose her own room, she assumed, but all three of the bedrooms were identical, absolutely identical, so she decided to hold off until the others arrived, in case they had a preference. Instead she explored the suite...