Stephanie shivered as she walked past the fridge's lining the supermarket aisle. Goosebumps rose on her naked arms. She felt uncomfortable; the charcoal dress restricted her shoulders. She hated changing back into her work cloths after exercising. The cold air attacked her aching feet trapped within her court shoes. It made her nylon stockings cold and abras...
In the first chapter, Patty, a long-time resident captures compromising videos of her new neighbor, Stephanie, and blackmails her. Boundaries and rules are about to be set, testing Stephanie further. Thank you for all your feedback and encouragement. If you enjoy (or not) this chapter, please leave a note. *** "Welcome to the first day of the rest of y...
Pt. II Sleep did not come quickly as those early morning hours passed. As Stephanie recounted the previous night and her spectacular encounter, she pondered the meaning of it all. What did finding another woman attractive signal? She dared not utter the L word, even under her breath. That damn strip club. Why ever visit an establishment like that in the fi...
AIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, a blood curling scream echoed across deserted roof tops in the city of the dead. Crouching behind a fallen wall, Stephanie's fingers wrapped themselves almost subconsciously around the hilt of her silver pistol A cloud of dust heralded a utility vehicle hurtling at full speed towards her, the sole male occupant the originato...
//Author's Note: This story is part of a small collection of Lesbian stories I'll be uploading this week. This particular one is an edited resubmission of a story that was previously posted on Literotica. Apologies if you've already read this! It is not my intention to trick people into re-reading something. This story assumes a little bit of knowledge on...
It's been a couple of years now since I completed the ritual and claimed Carrie's soul. She has turned out to be a real asset to my now growing list of women that perform for me. I could never replace her like I once thought I could, her being my first soul possession and by far my favorite. I guess she was the most pure and most challenging. I can still se...
Stepping into the building vestibule, Stephanie Morgan shook the water from her umbrella. It had only been a little over two block walk from the bus stop, but she had gotten soaked nevertheless. Opening her raincoat, the 24 year old blonde made an attempt to shake that dry as well. It had been bad luck that her brother Jerry's car had picked tonight of all...
Jessie and Stephanie said goodbye to their beaus, and left for the weekend. They had been looking forward to this weekend of shop-till-you-drop. The men gave them some cash and told them to buy whatever their hearts desired and said to have fun. Stephanie booked a hotel in the centre of town so they could walk everywhere they wanted to go. They arrived a li...
The house sold in a couple of weeks, which had been the norm in the Bay Area for the past few years. Regardless of what a home looked like, someone was going to buy it - and fast. In this case, there was never a doubt - the property was move-in ready in a quiet neighborhood and close to a commercial street. A rare find. Patty wondered who her new neighbor...
Note: These characters are fictional. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ***** It was a cool morning in Montreal when Stephanie Moureaux ran out on to the practice pitch. Her form was lithe and agile with lightly tanned skin. It was covered by the distinctive French football uniform, navy blue shorts an...