//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 (although, given the low view count before, that seems unlikely!). This one was posted in a different category, so ov...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
From the moment I first met her, her voice captivated me. To hear her talk in even just a standard, everyday conversation was the near-flawless equivalent of a magical, golden, talking harp. Each syllable escaping her lips was perfectly formed, perfectly tuned, even on the rare occasions when she would stammer while trying desperately to find the right words...
It's been 3 weeks already and I want to leave but then again I dont. She's here. Being in the hospital for that long can make a person go crazy but not with my new found bestie as my roommate and definitely not her. She's my evening nurse, beautiful, full figured and my lips secrete at the sight, sound and smell of her. Yes those lips. Skin the color of bron...
"Did it work? Did my magic words earlier loosen your purse-strings?" Priya and Yasmin embraced each other tightly before sitting. "Who are you saving now, Yas? Children in Sudan? Indigenous tribes in the Amazon?" "I just spent a year at a field hospital in Syria. Shockingly, people in war zones need medical treatment." Yasmin had hardly changed over the...
Its been 3 weeks already and I want to leave but then again I dont. She's here. Being in the hospital for that long can make a person go crazy but not with my new found bestie as my roommate and definitely not her. She's my evening nurse, beautiful, full figured and my lips secrete at the sight, sound and smell of her. Yes those lips. Skin the color of bronz...
Mary Van Gorden sighed to herself as she poured the ingredients into the salad tosser. With a push of a button from her smartly manicured finger the machine buzzed to life, throwing the mishmash of ingredients around inside it's belly. The house was quiet. Mary rarely listened to music at home, it was relegated to background noise during the morning and even...
LEGAL NOTICE This is a work of fiction. References to Erica Jackson are purely a product of the imagination of the author. Such references to or statements and actions made by this character should not be considered real references, actual conversations, or behaviors held by the real Erica Jackson. Chapter One: Good Morning Lover Sunday morning's sun a...
I am a young mother of 2, so I do not get a chance to get out much. In fact, my first child was born before I even turned 21 and the second was born shortly after. As you can imagine, I have not had much "party" time. My husband is 6 years older than me and nearly all of his friends are in their 30's, while I am still younger. However, none of them have ki...
Fun though visits to my mother-in-law now became, life was not, alas, all wine and roses, or even whining and rosy bums. There was the serious business of politics to be carried on. I know (and Lady Cecily made the same point often) that was Archie's job, but my husband was busy at the Foreign Office, where his trips abroad seemed, for some reason, to requi...