Laura sat at the edge of the bed. She hadn't started out to seduce Janice. It had just started to go that direction. She hadn't been with a woman for a long time. It had felt good, but she wanted some relief now. She needed the touch of someone to bring her to orgasm. She didn't know if Janice wanted to continue or not. She could only hope, but Laura knew be...
Bree and Rose had settled to a very weird routine. They had sex, but afterwards they didn't talk, and in the days that would follow there was no contact. It was their secret dance. The first woman to give herself over to her lust would call first. Bree gave in more frequently than Rose. When they met, they avoided talking about their feelings or about wh...
I learned about this program to help young Latina women get their citizenship. It was a training and adoption program, a nice way of putting sex trade program. I decided I would visit the facility and learn more of what they offered. Upon entering the facility I was greeted by the head mistress, I signed non-disclosure policy, and went through a short brie...
"Number 28, they screwed up my name." Kim Burgos closed her eyes and sighed, hoping that when she opened them again, it would be early evening and she'd be in her hotel room, settling in for a solid ten hours of sleep. "Sorry ma'am, was there something you needed?" Kim smiled in spite of herself. "Oh nothing, I'm just feeling a little morbid today and I...
Disclaimer: -This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission. -This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between consenting female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto. -S...
My name is Linda Morris, and I live in Redwood City, California... AND I'm an employee of the San Mateo County Women's Correctional Center on Maple Street. Oh yeah, and I'm also a lesbian. No, this isn't going to be an inspirational story about my life... you know what I mean, a tale about a girl born on the wrong side of the tracks who pulls herself up by...
continued... Day 15... We slept in...we earned it. Well, that, plus the fact we knew it was only a four-hour drive, give or take a half-hour, to Vegas from Flag so, yeah, we slept in. Marni woke me with a little morning cunnilingus and, of course, I reciprocated. Once that piece of business was taken care of, we were showered, coiffed and out of the doo...
It had been the busiest, strangest, of days and despite dozing for ages at the side of the old quarry, we were both very quiet that evening, very much at peace with the world. Debbie cooked something which she gave a, to me unpronounceable, name – Vietnamese, she assured me – which tasted divine. Our vodka consumption was limited to a couple of small glasses...
School had started on a Wednesday. It was now Thursday, the second day back from summer break. Samantha had worn a nice dress shirt tucked into matching dress pants. Today was going to be different, Samantha vowed. Nothing was going to get under her skin. She wasn't going to let her libido or her fantasies get the best of her. She was a teacher and teaching...
Authors note: This is a continuation of the story that began in my first story "For Vicki". ***** Several weeks had passed since that first encounter on parent teacher night. Several weeks of emotional turmoil for straight, middle aged wife Victoria. Several weeks where hardly a moment went by when she didn't think about that night with Ruby. That ni...