* My entry for the 2020 Geek Pride event, and also my first lesbian themed story. When I read about the event, an idea came to mind to base it on drawing. Then that idea expanded when fellow author Lemonletters inspired me when she showed off her fabulous legs in fishnet stockings, and became more complete with a little inspiration I received from LibertyMa...
"You want me to show you what, in exchange for fifty bucks!" Emilia whispered, the words parting her lips like contemptuous gnawing bites. "What I meant to ask-", uttered Luela, suddenly embarrassed, afraid. "What I meant was; would you pose for me?" "Luela, that's not what you said! If that's what you meant to say, then that's what you should have said!...
When you don't have much to show-off, you don't worry much about showing it. At least, I never did. For example, I seldom wear a bra, even if it embarrasses my girlfriends when my nipples are on display through a tight t-shirt. Big deal, who cares? In those final weeks of summer, before classes started again, the campus felt as empty as a post-apocalyptic m...
Laurel McAlister laid in her bed, staring up at the small crack in the ceiling above her. Regardless of how long the day had been, the twenty-six year old knew it was going to be one of those nights where sleep just wasn't going to come. Not for the first time, she made a mental note to stop by the hardware store on the way home to pick up spackle to repair...
Author's Note: I would classify this story as half romance, half sex, with an emphasis on the mental dance that happens before, well, the horizontal dance. Feedback is always welcome. **** Anne lay nude on the bed, her $150 haircut mussed beyond repair. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, forced open by the young blonde who knelt between them. There were...
"Well...we haven't heard anything yet," Estelle said to her lover, "maybe she's too shocked to respond." "Nonsense my dear," Amelia reassured her, "she's just trying to figure out how to word her response. Give it time, you'll see." "I told you we shouldn't have put that last quote in there. She can totally see through it." "Hey," Amelia's voice became st...
She sat down behind me, gently placing her legs on either side of my crossed legs. Slowly, as if trying to refrain from disturbing my peaceful state, she put her hands behind her and pushed herself closer to my body, until her warm thighs pressed against my uncovered, chilly lower back. Goosebumps raised themselves against her thighs. She pressed her pelvis...
It still makes me smile to hear your voice from the shower as you sing. Your words echo from the bathroom into the bedroom where I am lying on the bed, waiting for you to finish. The song ends and I hear the water shut off and the sounds of you drying yourself. Your voice rings out with "I’m ready" and I pad into the bathroom where I had placed the chair ear...
Summary: White woman submits to a dominant black woman at crash pad. Note: This is dedicated to the REAL David and the REAL Erin who this story is about...which is a "based on real events" type of story. Thanks to: MAB7991, Richard, and goamz for their editing of all my stories. ***** The past few days had been a whirlwind that ended up with me in Mi...
Alexia smeared the bathroom mirror with her hand, giving her just enough clear glass to see her reflection in the opaque mess. With her new small window, she could just barely make out her dark brown hair, blue eyes, and thin facial features through the steam. Taking her comb, she began to slowly brush through her tangled mess of hair. After several minutes...