The roses are blooming in the rather plain jar on my desk. It's a canning jar, it once held pickles I think, like the jars that used to line the shelves in your kitchen. The florist thinks I'm ridiculous for my regular purchase of three roses, one pale pink, two darker pink, but they remind me so much of you. Sometimes I sit here and stare at the sweet smell...
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...
A breast cast is made when a woman allows fresh plaster to be spread across her chest, and when it hardens over a period of time, it creates a perfect mold of her feminine features. It's pure art where mother nature is the true star. This process has been used by women with breast cancer for either their personal memories or public displays. The end resul...
I have a confession to make, well it's actually two confessions. The first is a confession that will allow you to understand the significance of the second confession. Anyway, I have a confession to make. First, I need to tell you about my best friend, Anna (not her real name, there are some of you who will read this, who know her and I appreciate your confi...
Nikki was laying on the sand completely naked and beyond horny. Her strawberry blond hair was full of sand and she was lying on her back so her massive all natural DD boobs and hard, sensitive nipples were completely exposed to the sun. Her legs were wide open, revealing her gorgeous, soaking wet, cleanly shaven, pink pussy to the world. Her fair, slightly t...
On a warm afternoon in early May, fresh from the hair salon where I'd swapped my usual straw-blonde for a rich, exciting glossy raven black, I sat in the corner of my favourite traditional coffee shop and typed. I was working on the article that was certain to confirm my position as one of Europe's foremost lesbian-feminist social commentary journalists when...
Kiss me $$$ I let out a deep moan as the girl kissing me groped my ass, the whooping and hollering from the women around us now mere background noise. Finding a LGBT friendly spring break location, Nicole proposed spending the week there as a way of getting a taste of college life. Not really having a choice I traveled with Nicole, my voyeuristic girlfriend...
Beguiled. "Ooops, sorry." The girl danced lightly round her, swaying sinuously out of her path and straight back onto it again. It was a pleasant surprise, contrasting politely with the hint of drunken threat that Jenna could already feel in the air. More than that, it was simply beautiful to witness for its own sensuous sake. She couldn't resist the tem...
Anytown University's move-in was for the most part no different from the vast majority of move-ins for colleges and universities everywhere. There were parents exchanging tearful hugs while secretly planning sexual escapades in newly empty homes. There were students on the other side of those hugs feeling some strange mixture of embarrassment and wistfulness...
It's never too late to reinvent yourself. *** Days morph together when they're the same. This was how Erica felt, a single mother of two. Even working her dream job as an editor was becoming humdrum. She'd wake up, help prepare the kids for school, then spend the rest of the day doing her work as a freelance writer or editor. Her life was very middle-clas...