Mrs. Rose called me a late bloomer because I was nineteen and still hadn't learned to drive. I had my permit, but cars seemed scary. All my friends had their licenses, so I felt like I didn't need to learn. But Mrs. Rose said I must. She drove a pick-up truck and claimed driving was the key to a woman's independence. And Mrs. Rose was by far the most indep...
The two of them had wanted this for far too long now. They had tried to suppress the undeniably strong attraction between them. They had tried to deny the shivers they felt when they accidentally brushed past each other at work, the increased pounding of their hearts when they looked at each other, the fluttery feeling deep in their stomachs when they though...
Now that the initiation ceremony was over, the other girls moved off to pleasure each other in whatever way took their fancy. While most of the other girls went their own way, Rose continued to finger Veronica's ass, almost like she was unable to stop herself. She was soon joined on the bed by Harriet and Maggie, a girl with long, light brown, wavy hair, gr...
We all long for someone or something we think we can't have. I think it's an integral part of the human condition. My name is Raquel Joseph. I'm a six-foot-tall, busty, big-bottomed and voluptuous young woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a Christian and a lesbian. It took me a long time to reconcile my sexual identity...
Adrienne was new to the city, and didn't know anyone. After a few weeks of stifling solitude, she had decided to visit the local equivalents of her old haunts. Part of her hoped that the city would change around her, spitting out her old friends and familiar environs. The corner pub had been nearly deserted, and it was hard to make new friends at the mall, s...
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...
She was breathtakingly stunning. Her dark full curly locks fell to her back perfectly. Her porcelain skin was complimented by intense, deep dark eyes and shapely red lips. And her body- her body was beyond beautiful. Tall and shapely, perfect breasts, long legs, thick hips... Her name was Rose, and her beauty transcended that of the precious flower. Her goo...
Author's Note: This story includes a degree of male/female sex. It also includes a lot of unholy acts which some people may find disturbing. Please accept my apologies in advance and read on, bearing in mind that the battle of good against evil is relentless. And that good will always prevail. I hope. ***** Prologue The Thames was by no means the bigges...
Wanda-Rose Catron-Mettert was the happiest she had ever been in her life. She had matched up her mother and sister the month before, and while they were with their new lovers, Wanda-Rose was flying to Arkansas for spend the first week of April, Boise State's Spring Break, with her wife, Donna Mettert. As she flew, she reviewed in her mind the events of the p...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (or undecided), is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. ---------- -----------------...