Note: This story takes place between two girls who are seniors in high school and have fully reached eighteen years of age. * Pfft. Prom night. I leaned against the wall of the gym, one high-heel on the cinderblocks and my head resting against the corner of the wall. Give me a lunch table full of conversing students, and I could fit right in no problem, b...
This is the continuation of Triad - Hard Times. Plot and characters start there. This chapter includes solo female and lesbian love. We do appreciate constructive feedback. ***** Wonderful weeks went by with our new live-in Nanny. Our two youngest kids were getting wonderful personal attention. While we were both able to work full time. Natalie was already...
I'm 55 years old, married and straight. I have an active sex life with my husband so I don't even masturbate. I can't remember the last time I went solo. I've never felt a desire to experience sex with another woman. Until now. A couple of weeks ago, my friend and neighbor Denise broke her leg in an accident. The break was bad and put her in a large cast co...
Y'know how people always say you never forget your first? Well, I certainly never forgot Karen. Never will -- though God knows I tried. She wasn't exactly my first first. There had been what Lemony Snickets would call a series of unfortunate events before her. But Karen was the first girl I ever slept with as well as the first -- and so far only -- person I...
"Who wears boots with a lace mini dress Yvonne?" "I do." I smile back at my friend as we enter the Cathouse. At that comment the bouncer pulls us to the side, demanding I take my boots off and shake them out, he's looking for a stash of drugs. Lifting my knee I stretch outwards and untie my laces, the bouncers eyes letch at my thighs as my little dress rid...
As it had every morning for decades on the Right Bank, the aroma of yeast produced by bread baking inside Plaisir et Pain wafted through the cold, humid autumn air. That the boulangerie renowned for its five-pound loaves was located near the hotel where she worked motivated Therese to skip the green bus after exiting the Metro's Madeleine station so that she...
It was a hot party on a hotter night. She sighed and mixed the watery bottom of her margarita with the slurpy straw the host had provided along with his own alcohol-heavy bartending skills. Normally she enjoyed the happy chaos of these parties but tonight she had started out horny and happy and yet the inane chatter of the crowd had started annoying her righ...
It was late. It was raining. And dark. And cold. The sound of the folk group wafted down the street from the Flying Horse as I nibbled at something that might once have been a cod before it was cremated and sealed in cardboard flavoured yellow concrete and stuffed in newspaper with slices of raw potato. I opened the pub door as the north eats premier (and...
Nina tossed aside the blanket and flopped onto the bed. The sheets were less than crisp. She flipped her pillow, hoping for a few seconds of cool cotton, but no. It wasn't happening. The day had been the hottest of the year, with temperatures over 100 degrees for most of the day, and it hadn't cooled off much. Even with air conditioning the house was stuffy....
When alone with Helen, I felt calm and protected, even though I was nude, bound tightly, body-harnessed and face-harnessed with a large nose ring to humiliate me even further. Helen told me she needed to check in with me about how I felt about the newcomers, how I felt about being a sex slave 24/7 for real, and answer any of my questions. She added that wi...