Katrina's arms splashed as she pulled her way through the pool, leading the other swimmers. Her head came up every three strokes, and she drew quick, deep breaths. As she reached the end of the lane, she flipped underwater, pushing against the cold tile to make her way back to the other side. Each of these motions, completed thousands of times, were automati...
"Delta house," the pretty brunette said as she picked up the phone. Her jaw working on a piece of chewing gum. "Hi, may I please speak to Arianna?" Margaret asked. Margaret sat in her room, her feet kept warm by a heater kept under her desk. "This is Arianna." "Hi, my name is Margaret. Delta class of 76. My daughter is Stacy. Stacy Barnes." "Oh sure," A...
'Size twelve, madam? Certainly, madam,' I said, obediently, metaphorically raising my eyebrows, and wondering whether I should a) try and pass off a 14 as a twelve, or, b) try and squeeze the woman's optimistic frame into the most generous twelve in the store. A common dilemma. She ended up buying the dress, squeezing herself into a twelve, and enjoying the...
Dana rushed into the bookstore as she glanced at her watch, groaning as she realized she had a little less than two hours to buy the book she needed, go home and change, then meet her date. She didn't dare be late tonight. She'd finally scored a date with Rita, this incredibly hot woman who hung out at the same lesbian nightclub that she did. Dana would swea...
Hello, my name is Jennifer I was born in the UK where I spent most of my childhood, by the young age of four years old, I was given an opportunity of appearing in a small local television show as the granddaughter of the main characters. Overjoyed with the prospect, my parents allowed me to take on the small role which eventually became a recurring one and...
This is a request from Debbie and hopefully I do justice to her story. Please feel free to send your feedback, as I am always interested in what readers think of my erotic tales. * Kelly was fairly new to the neighborhood. She divorced her husband and moved across the country to be closer to her family. Working fulltime meant she had to juggle having a pr...
Smokey Saga #69: "The Babysitter II" ***** Here's a sequel to "The Babysitter" (lesbian version, natch, as since March '15 I've been writing only lesbian stuff). My last few BDSM stories have been fairly rife with tickle torture, which if you know me at all is no surprise. And I know not everyone has a thing for it like I do. But if you read the original "...
I had turned into somewhat of a zombie over the last few months , working constantly and moving more product than I had in years , not that I needed the money or the rush of a constant danger of rivals or being caught by the feds. I had done it for the distraction, to keep myself busy and from being alone with my gorgeous, brunette banker. It was a patheti...
Smokey Saga #59: "Housekeeping!" ***** Here's an intriguing little yarn I originally spun in 2007. For whichever reason or another, I've been going through earlier things of mine lately—I guess because I like these stories (though having written them myself, I'm a bit biased), and being able to make the characters lesbians and have them girl-play togethe...
"I'm all in." the dark haired man said exuding a look of total confidence. The overweight bald man sat up in his chair and peeked to see his under cards. He glanced over at the younger man across from him and saw the smug smile on his face. The bald man rubbed his mouth in contemplation trying to mask the ill feeling churning in his stomach. "Whatcha gonna...