(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...
I felt his hand slide up under my skirt and cup my right ass cheek. I glanced over my left shoulder and gave Dave an encouraging grin. I prefer to wear thongs, so I could feel the warmth of his palm against my bare flesh. I wiggled slightly against his hand, but not enough to make our party guests suspicious. It was a small gathering, just three other coupl...
"Have you been to the new club?" Pauline whispered her weekend plans to her friend in the next cubicle at work. "I want to go there, so bad, this weekend. I heard it's awesome. Do you want to go?" Here we go thought Amanda listening to the two airheaded young women discussing what and who they did over the weekend and who and what they want to do next w...
Tonight had been the night from hell. Two deaths in one night. The first patient, a very kindly man, almost 80 years old, who spoke to her every night she was on duty. He always had a nice word, a bit of advice...and peppermint candy. She always smiled when she thought of him. The second death was a woman no one would miss. A nasty woman, close to 90, who ne...
-15- ...continued from Part I "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I can turn around right now, next exit, and we can..." "Lynn, hush honey, just hush, okay?" My heart was beating at three times its normal rate, it seemed. The closer we got to the off-ramp to my parents' farm road, the faster it seemed to beat. I was nervous; I was scared, I was ab...
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 was the last day of the West Coast trip and the schedule had been kept deliberately light. Wendy and Jen sat in the hotel suite working away at their laptops, catching up on e-mails, when the phone rang. Wendy reached across and punched the button that turned on the speaker-phone facility. "Ms McCuskell, it's Donnelly here." Mr Donnelly's firm voice rang...
This may not be an easy read for some people. There will certainly be no quick thrill here. In fact you will have to wait until Part 2 of the story before any real action takes place. Most of this first part is character building and setting the scene, but as with any adventure or odyssey (sexual or otherwise) I would hope that for those who persevere, the...
Nicole and I didn't know each other long before it happened. She started working in the office about a year ago, temping in the afternoon. I didn't really get to know her until the firm hired her full time over the summer. It turned out we hit it off pretty good from the start when she mentioned she was thinking of going walking around the lake at lunch, but...