(The day after "The Bitch's Oven) Jennifer awoke that next morning to the most incredible sensation she had ever felt! She looked down to see Robin wallowing between her legs under the covers, her tongue bathing Jen's cunt with her warm wet touch. As Jen screamed a little sigh Robin popped her head out from under the covers and smiled at her with wet creamy...
Note that the following events took place in the mid to late 1980s, long before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. *** "Home," said Bonnie in a wondering tone. "I'm home. Oh, Virginia, I love you!" she said louder as tears streamed down her face....
*** This series was awarded Best Lesbian Story, as well as Most Literary/Genre Transcending Story in the 2019 Reader's Choice Awards. Thank you to all who voted. *** Welcome, friend, to Chapter Six. If you haven't read Chapters One through Five, you'll be lost, but you probably don't hate me as much as people who read to the end of Chapter Five then yelled...
Security guard isn't the most glamourous job in the world, but it suits me fine. After all, who else gets paid for sitting around watching a monitor all night? It's a bit monotonous, but it gives me time to think. You can go into a kind of zen trance watching all the nothing going on. Lately I had been working this university gig – campus cops. It wasn't bad...
Author's note: this is by far the longest and most romantic story I've ever written. It's fiction with elements of non-fiction. I didn't know where it would end up when I started, but it was cathartic to write it so I hope you enjoy. Trigger warning: sexual assault, rape, nonconsent, cis-het men. ***** "Congratulations, class of 2016!" Thunderous applause...
This is the second chapter of this story and, if you haven't already read the first, I urge you to do so before continuing. In particular I urge you to read the disclaimer about historical accuracy -- in brief, don't expect any. If inaccuracies and anachronisms put you off then read elsewhere. Otherwise, on with the story.... The next morning Vera lay in he...
"Good god, look at her!" "What a cow!" "Ugh, how can she handle those?" Dana ignored the barely whispered comments about her bust line. Sporting a hefty 48H cup bust, the girl simply smiled at the would-be tormentors, gave her shoulders a slight twist, and her full breasts jiggled wildly and then smiled sweetly. "At least I know I could get any of your b...
A collective groan rose from the auditorium as Dr. Smith finished her lecture. Dana always enjoyed this class, well, watching the tall professor anyway. Helen Smith was the kind of woman everyone gave a second look too. Dana suspected many people took that second look and wondered why they did so, and then moved on without more than a brief curiosity. Most w...
(Chapter 12) Count to Six. The flight to Florence had been interesting. That is, if you called trying to stop an angry Italian lesbian from tearing an airport security guard's tongue out interesting. The drama had begun when Zabina's piercings had triggered an oversensitive metal detector at LAX. Normally not a big issue, but the security guard had joking...
"Hockey players," the tall blond began as she grabbed the bottom of her blue cotton t-shirt and flipped it over her head, "aren't scared of shit!" Then she kicked off the rest of her clothes and jumped. Elena and half of the other incoming freshman screamed, running over to the precipice to look over the ledge. The blond girl flailed her arms and legs out f...