From the first time she walked into my shop I wanted her. I love femmes, particularly older ones. And I have a definite affinity towards nicely dressed, fit, attractive ones. I know, who doesn't? You don't have to be 50, black and butch for that. My name is Serena. I'm a single lesbian living in, well, perhaps that's not important. I own and operate a shop...
(This story continues the adventures of Sally and her friends. It's the third in my "Days of The Week" series. They all stand pretty independent of each other, so its not a requirement you read the others. Obviously I wouldn't mind it though.) "Where the hell is that girl?" muttered MaryAnn to herself, her hands busy pulling the nylon stockings tight and kn...
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only hum...
Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human...
Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human...
Continuation of "My GF; Fucking & How We Met" and not recommended as a standalone work. Fictional story containing graphic lesbian sex. Sex sections are bookended with "~~~" again. Quick recap: Leading slutty pierced chick in purple cheetah skirt from Nic's girl bar in Seattle to my car after receiving oral to clear my head of the lovely blonde girl I hel...
Part One: Ah, I Don't Hardly Know Her "Not happening, Rick!" Billie shouted into the den at her third biggest big brother as she tossed his dirty jockeys, jeans, and work shirts out of her laundry basket and onto her utility room floor. "As long as you're crashing at my house, you'll wash your own damned clothes. I'm not Cherie." Billie returned to her hom...
(The last story Shara invited me to meet Brenda at the beach and mix it up with her lesbian group warning me they may make me a free for all party! The strapon sex is vivid but believable as the author has personally been strapon fucked for two hours at a time!) * Shara invited me to the gay/lesbian alternative nude beach that was hidden away in private p...
I'd noticed her a few weeks ago when she moved in next door. She looked about my age, early 30s, a little taller and slimmer than me, and blonde. I later learned her name was Lauren after I took a delivery in for her while she was out. It was our only conversation at this point. She seemed nice. It's nice to feel sexy isn't it? I live on my own and work at...
I woke up feeling Jan's arms wrapped around me. I couldn't believe what we had done, what I allowed her to do to me. Part of me had wanted it, needed it in fact. I hadn't seen my boyfriend all summer long and my boss had been there to fill that void. That plus the fact that Jan had this primal sexuality about her that got the best of me. But now I had come b...