Chapter 02 The Perfect Ones ©Julia Gentile 2011 I wrote this as follow-on to Trusting Rebekka and I've billed it as Chapter 2. But it stands alone as a self-contained story so you can enjoy it without having read the original Trusting Rebekka. You will however understand the context better if you have. It explores my passion for beautiful women in highly...
I am an artist who loves to find unusual things to paint on. Doors, rocks and this time of year... pumpkins. There are some wonderful faces to be painted on pumpkins along with birds, flags and other scenes. My husband had built a greenhouse for me on the south side of my house, and since it was a sunny but chilly day I decided to take my paints out there t...
"Mommy?" the nervous voice of Mary Grace Costello said into her cell phone as she looked at the woman who had brought her here after school, and while she was clearly fond of her gym teacher it was clear the instructor was not in a good mood. "Yeah, of course it's me. Um - I'm going to go to Linda's house after school. Kids are getting together for a little...
Ms. Michelle Lewis could hardly teach her Chemistry class as her body trembled and pussy dampened in her navy dress pants as she thought of her fellow teacher, Ms. Amelia Parks. The only "chemistry" she wanted at that time was with Amelia! Amelia was in her mid-30's and was the most beautiful woman Michelle had laid eyes on. Her long, straight, dark brown...
Chapter 3 – Mystery Treat Two months had passed since my first experience with Jenny and rubber. Jenny had moved across the hall to be with me in my bedroom and the rubber clothes, no longer hidden in their bag, now had pride of place in her former wardrobe. We had repeated our love making many times and Jenny had introduced me to the joys of a few more o...
Despite being fairly exhausted from the day's college courses, Natalie still made an effort to workout at the university gym. She needed it, too. Frankly, she was the worst player on the softball team. Sure, she was in good shape already, but compared to the other girls on the team, she simply wasn't good enough, and it was practically a miracle that she h...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...
"But.. Beth... I ... I am not a lesbian." "So?" Beth looked down at her intern. Her huge blue eyes were focused into the flames of the fireplace. Lori shivered as much from the though of making love to another woman as from the snowy cold outside the cabin. She was nineteen, in her first year of college, but looked much younger. She was petite, thin, her br...
Heather Donovan stood in her new living room with realtor, Tracy Nelson, watching the moving truck back in the driveway. Tracy handed the keys to her and gave her hug, congratulating her on owning her new home. "Thanks, Tracy. I'm looking forward to it. I think this is the first time I've lived alone since college days." "Well, you might live here alone, b...
Introduction Well hello it's me again, Dotty by name and dotty by nature. As introductions go, this is not going to be a long one. For anyone who missed the story of finding "the real me" I'm a twenty-one year-old, studying Maths at a university in the north west of England. And, after years of believing I was as straight as my long blonde hair, I have ve...