Glory stroked languidly at the tight golden curls of her vulva as she watched July droplets of rain splash through the screen of her bedroom window. The room's stale heat and the morning's fresh rain joined as in a chemical reaction, causing a rebirth of odors that had died two nights before. Glory breathed in the conglomerate odor of spilled malt liquor, Ch...
Chapter 1 Sammi had never felt such a beautiful coming together of her emotional and physical needs. She had never experienced such a combination of feelings and sensations. Never before had her mental state so coincided with her physical needs in such an awesomely satisfying and pleasurable manner. Tenderness, caring, sensitivity, being wanted, being neede...
Sappho, mentioned in the title, was a Greek poet and author many of whose poems and stories were written for the women she loved. Although considered subversive after her death in approximately 600 b.c. she is today venerated on the island from which the name 'lesbian' is derived. Although all characters and events are fictitious the resort of Skala Eresso...
I awakened Saturday morning alone in bed, glanced at the clock and was shocked to see it was after ten. My ankle cuff was still attached to the foot of the bed. I had to pee. "Mistress Kelly!" I called. I soon heard footsteps. "Good morning, sleepyhead." I expected Kelly, of course, so was somewhat surprised to see Sam, naked, except for the ever-present co...
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“So the girl whale says, Listen buster. This is just a first date. A blow job is one thing but I’m not swallowing any seamen!” Jill laughed hard at the punch line from Katy’s joke. The second bottle of wine that Jill and Katy were sharing back at their hotel room only enhanced their joie de vivre that had started at tonight’s banquet. Jill was the Assistan...
As a disclaimer - all characters in this story are over 18. Any similarity in names or people is purely coincidence and unintentional. Typically I write stories that involve me. Usually these are fantasies of mine or things I wish I had done. Often portions of them are true. I have always been sexually adventurous and some of things I actually have done mig...
Pamela Jean Armstrong stepped out of the elevator and toward the double glass doors with a purposeful strike in her step. The twenty-four-year-old blond paused for a moment as she checked her reflection in the glass, then opened the right door, stepping into the offices of Dawson, Davis and Douglas. The clock on the wall read nine fifty, but the recently p...
* * Recovery * * The following Thursday Sheri came home!! She was up and walking every day. She finally had her bath, then a shower when deemed safe. The surprise Teresa had prepared (sandwiches) was greeted with yips, hugs and tears of joy. Physical therapy was working with her to regain full use and strength in the affected muscle groups, bringing her s...
Hi Litsters, This is a set of disconnected vignettes about the women in Heather Franklin's life. I have written them as a separate series to distinguish them from her stories which are more closely bound to her job as a lawyer. Your votes, comments and private feedback mean the world to me, so please do not forget to leave them. Hat-tip to House MD. As...