SS49: "Maid In America" *** March 20th, 12:15 p.m. Madison Roschfeld rang her bell. "Miss Magnusson!" she called. "Tea time!" Recently hired Karin Eva Magnusson hastily put the finishing preparations on the tea for her socialite mistress and her guests. She couldn't afford to keep them waiting. Finally, she placed the saucers on the tray and the cu...
Author's Note: The time has come to bring on the drama and shake things up a notch or two. You've been waiting patiently so here it is: Chapter four in my Wound in Time series. The story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot. It's a lengthy piece that will most likely satisfy your search for instant gratification. Please check out the previous chapter...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. It was...
After The Conference Karolin stifled a yawn, as she slid into her shoes. The conference had been even more tedious than she'd imagined. Four days trapped in an airless lecture theatre with a world-class selection of bores. At least she was free of that torture for another year. Maybe she could delegate to some grateful Ph.D. next time? It was a pleasing fa...
One Halo, Two Wings, And An 'A' Thursday, May 16th, 1991, 2:03 p.m. "Karen Boswell?" "Here." "Ricky Burke?" "Yeah." "Angela Cadwick?" "Present and accounted for!" 20-year-old Angela—who preferred but did not demand to be called Angie—liked to announce her attendance in such a fashion. When the semester opened and she did so, pockets of classm...
Ronnie waited patiently at home for the phone to ring. She was lounging in Jolene's living room, scrolling through the few cable channels that Jolene had on her service. Ronnie had her mind made up that there were going to be a few changes once she moved in. She was waiting to hear how she did at the latest competition out in Austin. It made her nervous tha...
It's funny where you will find inspiration. I was driving down the street and happened to spy a young woman working in her flower garden. She wore tiny, tight short-shorts and was down on her hands and knees. She was displaying a fine little butt pointed at the street. Clearly, she was not aware of the little show she was providing to passers-by, or maybe sh...
This another story I had previously written. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have writing it. Comments are most welcomed. I just hope that I caught all the errors. Sexy_Lisa Collins ***** Setting in my one bedroom apartment, drinking my Bud light, feeling a little down with myself, I sat near the window looking out at the raindrops falling on th...
Authors Note: This story was originally written for the Sapphic Erotica Festival. The parameters for the story were that it involved one of the muses and was a lesbian tale. Clia Johansen sat at the very back of the darkened auditorium fighting to keep her eyes open. At the podium Professor Roberts rambled on about Alexander the Great or Hannibal or some ot...
This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think you might be offended please try another story. Chapter One The first time it happened will remain with me forever. The night before my husband had phoned to tell me that he thought that we should make our 'break' permanent and, as if that was not bad enough, I a...