My name is Miranda Hill. A tall, red-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something white woman of Irish descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm openly gay, and work as a waitress in a restaurant. Life hasn't been easy for me since my divorce from my ex-husband Joaquin. I'm just trying to make it through the hell that is my daily life. Some things you ba...
CHAPTER 1 It was a hot, sultry day in sunny Florida. The sun was beating down in caressing waves, kissing everyone they touched. On a lounge chair on her deck, Hannah fanned herself with a piece of paper from her business whilst talking on the phone to Jenny. Although she was on vacation, she still had a business to run and she couldn't leave Jenny to do it...
Eve had arrived in Dallas, but had no luck thus far. Most would have given up already, but the search for Melody was imperative for her. She'd actually met a few other lesbians, but they were just another part of her search. One lead her to a housewife who she slept with. Oh, the fun they had... it was like no other for her partner, but Eve only had one thin...
My name is Dena Jarvis. A lot of people think my life is easy. It's really not. It's hard being me. A five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired and green-eyed White chick born into a wealthy family in the city of Houston, Texas. My parents, Liam and Deanna Jarvis of Austin, own controlling interests in some of the biggest oil companies in Texas and around the Globe. I...
The core of this short story came to me in a dream. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed waking that morning! Comments welcomed. ***** The old fishing boat chugged across the mirrorcalm water. Sitting on a small bench just in front of the wheelhouse, you were entranced by the space and the calm, and you let your mind flood with sensations. The...
Everyone in this story is at least 18 years of age, and intended for readers over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy! *** Her name was Sara. We were introduced by a mutual friend. Sara was around my height and build, but I did notice her boobs were slightly smaller than mine. I really couldn't help but notice, since she was wearing a really tight REO Speedwag...
Jennifer got home, and parked in the driveway, and then sat there for a moment, in her car, thinking. It was Valentine's Day, and she wanted to do something a little special, even though she knew that Rachel would probably have forgotten the day. Rachel was bad about things like that, and usually Jennifer didn't mind. Valentine's Day wasn't something they ma...
"God, tonight was fantastic! I felt like I owned the place!" Tammy said as she stretched in her chair. Ana smiled, sipping her drink on the balcony, the traffic sounds a distant symphony of the city below. Tammy hadn't changed much since high school. "I mean, that was like back in high school when we owned the place!" she enthused as if to underscore Ana's...
Michelle meets Diana, a lesbian, and begins a relationship [This is a story of girl-girl recreational sex.] * Michelle had been working at a horse ranch where she experienced her first girl-girl sex. It was an amazing experience with an awesome woman. The woman, Rebecca or Becca as she preferred, owned the horse ranch. She also provided a professional ser...
Isabelle Frost smiled as she stretched out; her newest pair of Christian Louboutins glinting as the sunlight hit the stiletto tip. Only 2 years ago, she couldn't have even afforded one pair of these shoes. Now, she owned several. Her wardrobe had also morphed, becoming more sophisticated, sexier. Not that it mattered. The long-legged blonde looked at her hu...