Goodbye to the Past Part 02 – Skye Skating I find it hard to categorise my stories as they tend to cover many areas. I suppose this one could come under lesbian, erotic couplings, mature or even group sex, but as the overriding theme of the whole story is lesbian sex, I am leaving it in that category. Put it this way, Caitin sleeps with as many women as s...
This is the 3rd and final part of the tale of Heather and Caroline. You need to have read the first two parts. This is a love story. There is some sex in it, some fetish content and one small bit of BDSM. It's a very slow burn so if you need a quick fix please go elsewhere. If you have access to Classical Music - the romantics amongst you should play a p...
This story is a continuation of a previously posted story called, "For The Fun Of It." While this story will stand alone, some of the characters will be more interesting if you've read the earlier story. I'd be very interested in any feedback from these two stories. I waited across the street in a cafe. I wasn't nervous, mainly because I hadn't made a decis...
They were as alike as peas in a pod, yet as different as night and day. They worked at the same bank, in the same small town. They were both divorced and each had a son to show for the effort. Neecie's son was eight, and Nora's was seven. Both struggled to make ends meet and often had to resort to legal means to collect the child support due. * Their diff...
Six months. That's how long I had been enveloped in the world of being a lesbian. How long I'd been in a relationship with Jenna Swallow. How long it had taken me to accept that my life would never be the same again. I had gone from being engaged to a man I thought I'd loved, to moving into my girlfriend's apartment after an extended trip to Tuscany and Pa...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 9 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MORNING BANTER TO BRING THE WEEK TO A CLOSE 9 and I awoke aroun...
Introduction Davina here, reporting in for duty. This will be my umpteenth spilling of juicy secrets and usually I kick off by saying that, although my confessions have all followed on from each other (more or less), I am doing my best to make every story readable in its own right. Meaning I've used brief intros in the hope I've been saving any new readers...
I had woken up languidly and in comfort. I was drowsy and comfortable. I stretched and reveled in the feel of the soft cotton sheets and sunlight against my naked body. And then I sat bolt-upright as I remembered where I was and what had happened. HOLY FUCK! I had to get out of here! Where were my clothes? Oh yeah, damn! I was sick on them. I looked a...
AUTHOR NOTE: If you like this hilariously grim little tale, read some of my other equally uninspired fiction: After the Party Daphne's New Life How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad Screwing My Ex They came out in that order, and according to one reader I got better as I went along, so do yourself a f...
This is a story primarily of a beautiful black woman forcing herself on to a beautiful blond wife, the wife succumbs. Then her and her husband are taken in and seduced further. The black seductress's husband gets in on the act. Kyra Walling was in serious trouble, she had brought it upon herself because of her own actions. She had been warned many times...