Laying in the hospital bed, Jess thought back to when she had first met her Mistress, she remembered the day as if it were yesterday... Walking up the walkway through the gardens up to the castle's door, Jess felt a slight apprehension and nervousness tingle up her spine. Before she had decided to come here, she had gone out and bought what she felt to be m...
This letter is a sidebar to the "Grounded in Toronto" series that features Eleanor Burton. * This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is...
"Wake up, beautiful." "Morning, gorgeous." Grace rolled over and kissed Linda. Both of the beauties - each indeed matched the others' verbal description - were clad in panties and babydoll nighties. As was usual when they slept together. "Grace -- are you awake enough to talk?" "Sure." "We should talk about where we are going." "Going? Is everything OK?...
Hope you enjoy the story. Look forward to comments. Thanks in advance. A Tale of Gassy Lesbians: The cheerleader (Amy) and the teacher (Veronica) were alone in the classroom. Amy was easily the worst student in the classroom, both in grades and behavior. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad, and part of the most insufferable group of preps in her...
I wanted her so badly. From the first moment I saw her I wanted to embrace her, to shower her lips with teasing kisses, to feel the swell of her breasts against my own. I wanted to make gentle, languid love with her and fall asleep holding her close to me. But most of all I wanted her to see me; to peer deep into me and recognize the profound emotions she s...
The sudden predatory gleam in those ice blue eyes marked the change from what had up until then been a couple of drinks shared by old friends, to something else. Something that was darker, something that held an implicit but forbidden invitation. Even though her relaxed posture didn't change, the sudden charge in the atmosphere was unmistakeable. I could tas...
"It's your birthday tomorrow. What do you want?" Emily asked, looking up from her book. I shrugged, indifferent. She was all I wanted. "Oh come on. There must be something. Any sexual fantasies?" I blushed bright red. My fantasies were silly and I knew she would not like them. But my clitoris was pulsating just thinking about it. She caressed my face, wh...
Carrie's heavy breathing developed slowly and steadily into soft moaning and then eventually into loud, persistent groaning, before finally erupting into seemingly endless shrieks and shouts of pleasure. Genelle described the experience of listening to the regular afternoon routine as aural sex. Separated by one thin wall with seemingly no insulation, Genell...
Now I know what it is to be entangled. It means to be tangled up in your own frustrated desire: a sad joy. Not bittersweet, two emotions dissolving into each other, but two emotions entangled: both whole and solid. I was in a seven-year relationship with a man at the time. I could neither admit nor seek sexual fulfillment. When I met Lucia I met someone ent...
The next day, Laura got a text from Morgan telling her to come to her room. Once there, she knocked on the door. Morgan swiftly answered and shepherded her into her single dorm. "Take off your clothes," Morgan said, returning to her desk where she had study materials already open. "Whenever you're in here- unless I have guests or it's otherwise specified-...