My name is BethAnne. This story is about my relationship with a girl named Linda. I am not ashamed to admit that I am a lesbian. I wasn't always a lesbian, but I have been ever since Linda came into my life. My life will never be the same, and I can't see ever returning to the "straight" life again. I am too much in love with Linda to do that. I don't care w...
This chapter continues the story of Holly, following a night of hot sex with former colleague Phil. Unlike the previous three, this one is told from Holly's point of view for reasons which will become apparent. I got out of the bed, telling Phil that I would take a shower and then make us some breakfast. As the warm water flowed over my body, I reflected o...
Thank you for taking the time to read my story, please feel free to leave comments both negative and positive. While this story can be read independently it will make more sense to read the previous chapters. I would like to thank takemeawaymylove for her editing, suggestions and enthusiastic responses. * I stare up at my now naked husband, I am entrance...
There was a buzz in the office today. Well, when I say office, I mean myself and a team of two others. As Founder and Creative Director of a growing jewellery label, my staff included a 20-Something Sales/Marketing Manager who guided our expansion into retail and online stores nationally and an even younger Office Manager who ran the business like it was her...
Angela Gordon didn't feel comfortable around her 18-year-old daughter's new friends. They were of a rough type that she had always avoided. Jackie had met them at the factory where she worked. Two of them, Bobbie and Sheila, were downstairs now, watching television with Jackie. Angela had excused herself and gone to bed. She had read for a while and was abou...
Hello again literotica! It's been a long time coming, but I finally found time to write about my second foray into the world of lesbian sex. Anyone who is reading this without having seen my previous confession of shall we say, experimental sexual activity, should probably go onto my stories page. If you want more context or just to understand how I came to...
'Wip' they called her—like the word 'whip,' but maybe short for whippet because of her speed—or like the crack of a whip and it's lash, for her intellect and wit—probably all of the above. She sat in her pew and surveyed as she did each Sunday. She took in the sermon and surveyed; and was surveyed. There were many eyes on her—all cloistered; hidden—wanting h...
Author's Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. Xanthe leaned over the polished cherry wood counter that constituted the elaborate bar of the gentleman's...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers All characters are 18 or older at the time of sexual activity. Mary Ann smiled, perhaps a little sadly, Kayce thought. "And, that's my story," she said. Kayce was silent for a moment. "That is the most romantic story that I've ever heard. You and Donna must have been wonderful together..." She had the sense that there was...
Outside Vera's spa we stashed the bags in the trunk. When I ask about the garment bag lying flat across the flooring Candi explained that she sometimes had to change dresses between appointments or change from a modest street dress into her working clothes on the run. Pulling away from the curb she asked if I was hungry. "Yes, I could eat a horse." She gig...