I've been hearing from Jae since that day at her place last week. Her texts are so sweet asking me how my day is going and that she's thinking of me. I've just been responding automatically letting her know that I'm good, but the reality is...I'M FREAKING OUT! Sometimes during the day when I should be working, I find myself smiling. No reason. Just smiling a...
"Damn" was all I could manage to say the first time I laid eyes on her. The moment she walked into the bar I couldn't take my eyes off her. The lights from the street behind her put a glow around her like the angel she appeared to be. She looked to be around 5 foot 8 inches weighing in at approximately 115 pounds, without a flaw on her that I could see; thou...
Author's note: This series is classified as lesbian sex, because the focus is the female protagonist's relationship with another female. There are some heterosexual components to the story, but I hope you'll let that slide. For this mini-series, I was inspired to go for a drunk dream-like narrative. Enjoy! *** I'm alone in a new city, stranded because my p...
Author's note: For this mini-series in the lesbian sex category, I was inspired to go for a drunk dream-like narrative. Enjoy! *** She calls me up. She has never done that before in the last 8 years I've known her. Her voice is happy, much happier than usual. It's 3 pm. She must be sober. She tells me about her new boyfriend. I find it odd, but feel happy...
She comes in. There's something about her. About the song in her walk and the smile in her chest. About the aroma of her being. About the puff of her ego. About her nipple. Small, so incredibly tiny, hiding away in the darkness, lurching, waiting, conspiring, plotting. Patient. Living life in the shadows, hidden, on the edge, touching the edge, that small p...
“God, this is really boring,” Emily said as she opened the well-stocked mini-bar. “I know,” Chelsea agreed and changed the channel on the small TV. “But we don’t have any other options, do we?” “I know this really sucks,” Lindsey added. “I guess we can forget the conference.” “Yeah, well until they reopen the roads, we’re stuck here,” Emily said for the...
I'm touring the Louvre. I have a three day lay-over in Paris, and since it's raining, I thought I would walk through the ground floor of the Louvre, in the rooms devoted to the Middle Ages. Statues of the saints mixed with thoughts of knights and ladies and heavy swords. I had a fascination for this at a young age, and I still have it. I find it restful to...
(Author's note. There is basically no sex in this chapter. Rather, it is an attempt to wrap up the situation we created in the last chapter. We realize no matter how this story ends someone isn't going to like it but that's okay, this is how we think it would. Anyway, you were warned.) (Dorothy) I looked up as Patti stood at the side of the bed, not hiding...
by Patricia51 and Dotrice (The format of this is a little different. We each wrote a complete chapter from our own viewpoint covering the same events. So we have edited and combined them. The first person speaker is identified each time in parentheses above their part. Hope you like it. Tell us.) (Dorothy) I was traveling through the South; no destinatio...
What she liked was a woman's arms that showed defined rounds of shoulders and biceps, a hint of muscle, the same in thighs and legs, a body at the same time sleek and dynamic, restrained in its energy. She had known such a woman only once in her life, a girl she had met while a student at Wellesley, an athlete, but the girl had been a senior while she was on...