Huyen Nguyen glanced around the lift as it ascended to the 16th floor of the 20 story, grey concrete Govt. housing commission building in Napier Street Fitzroy Melbourne. Her mouth curled with disdain. It hadn't changed since she lived in another similar building on the 6 building site 25 years ago. Her eyes took in an empty wine flagon, used condoms, vomi...
Smokey Saga #75: "Squeal II: The Art Of The Sequel" ***** The consensus re: the original story "The Art Of The Squeal" (Saga #63) was that a sequel indeed be in order. So while it may have taken me a while to get around to it, here it is. If you liked the playful bondage and torment elements in the original, I'm sure you'll be fond of and pleased with this...
Author's Note: This is a story about Leigh, a girl who doesn't know what she wants, and a woman who is just too much. After being urged to set herself free, Leigh learns about all the different ways to leave a lover. Drop Off The Key is my contribution to the 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover event. ** We descended a narrow set of wooden stairs, the steps bare...
"We love lesbians!" Risking being caught, Susan and Crystal do one another. Unable to control their sexual attraction and lustful desire for one another anymore, Susan and Crystal snuck away from the bridal shower to play in the spare bedroom. With most of the women already gone and the others leaving, Julie, the soon to be bride, was too busy saying good-b...
After Suresh left their abode, both Kanta and Chameli were lonely and wished that he had been in their home. However, they reconciled to his absence. Life went on as it was for a couple of months. Chameli told Kanta one day that she needed help with the housework and so they engaged a maid. The maid was a chirpy 35 year old whose name was Sarala. Sarala us...
Charmine Paquette dodged construction workers and equipment as she ventured down the hall towards the only meeting room available. Leave it to the Government to fuck everything up, she thought. First the Centre for Brain Health was told that they were not on the closure list even though the Centre was not affiliated with an University. Then, on a Monday morn...
Eleven That's how old I was when I realized that while all my friends were starting to talk about boys, all I could think about were girls. I was twelve when I learned that there was a word for people like me...lesbian. I learned other words later on and they were rarely in a positive light. It wasn't until I was fourteen that I kissed another girl, under...
It had taken two whole years since we had first met to actually agree on a date for lunch. I'm Anna, thirty years old, five feet eight inches tall with long blond hair framing a pretty, or so I'm told, face with brilliant blue eyes and wide, red, perpetually smiling lips. I'm very slim, but have large breasts for my size, 34C. Today I was wearing a pale gree...
1. We were having coffee for the third time when things took a surprising turn. She said "You're very good at talking about the game of submission in this sort of academic way, that follows the stories you like to read; limits, safe words, theatrical dungeons, stone floors, chains, stylish leather wear, dramatic lighting, pain and release, a defined play t...
My name is Jennalyn. Before I begin to tell you my story, I should probably start off by describing myself, right? Physically, I've always been really pretty, with short strawberry-blonde hair. I'm 5'9", 120 pounds, and a 32 B bra size. I'm 18 and a Senior at Midvale High School. For as long as I can remember I've always been at the top of my class, and I gu...