The Punishment A Short Story of Love By DocSavage656 © Copyright 2014 Thanks for giving this story a chance. I love reading good, romantic stories involving two women and thought I'd try one myself. I wholeheartedly agree that most lesbian stories written by men do not do women of any orientation proper justice. I have tried to avoid that, and honestly h...
If you haven't read my previous post (A Horny Woman: Beginnings), then shame on you! All kidding aside, let me rehash a little bit. My name's Paula Oort. I'm 34, single and very independent. The obligatory physical stuff - I'm relatively tall for a woman at five-eight, I am in great shape and keep the flab away with an hour or so of work every day, my boob...
Most of my stories to date have been male/female BDSM stuff (and this one moves that way too . I thought I'd try one which is a bit more 'feminist' – maybe convince readers that I don't go for violence against women. Anyhow, everybody in the story is over 18 – don't read it if you aren't! This follows the first part of 'Sylvia's Switch.' I let Susana her...
Firstly, many thanks to Hal1 and Todger65 for their editing skills and time taken to educate the author, correct and polish the story for all to enjoy. Introduction: Breaking the Drought is a completely fictional story based in the wide-open spaces of Western Queensland in Australia. The cattle stations are measured in square kilometers with many stations e...
All your life you want escape. It turns out all you want is to go home, which may be here in the palm of this woman's hand. Her fingers deep inside you, beating out a signal you can follow to the place made ready for you. This is why you sailed through starless nights and dull days, walking dry streets that no matter where they were only led you in circles....
I sit on the edge of my bed with the note in my hand. 'Anytime you're ready you can repay me,' it read. I am ready . . . I think. I have been dreaming of her, fantasizing about her, longing for her for weeks now. I doubt she'll even remember me. I think I'll just go down there. I'll see if she shows any sign of recognition. I slip into a royal blue lace te...
My name is Danielle Jean-Pierre. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, curvy and big-bottomed Haitian-American woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business at Algonquin College and I am twenty two years old. I've been in the so-called Confederation of Canada for about eighteen months. Next year, I will enrol at Carleton University to get my bac...
Thanks to everyone for the feedback. I really appreciate it. This is the next part of the story, and here it starts to get a little more heavy. Also, a typo in the last story is corrected here. Monica is her name, not Monico. Sorry about that. Enjoy! With same fluidity in which Kate and I were dancing, she glided, almost like she was on ice, over to Linda....
Every person I mention in this story is fictional and everyone involved in this story is eighteen and older. * Hi my name is Tiffany Arnold. I was getting ready to switch from public high school to a private all girl school. I was kicked out from my public high school senior year for particular reasons and have to go to a private school for my senior year,...
As her eyes jolted open to darkness, Amelia found herself in the last throes of thrashing about on the bed, vaguely aware the noise trailing off in her ears was her own whimpering. Realising where she was, she took a relieved breath. Kicking back the sheet, she warily eased one long bare leg out and down until it found carpet, then slowly swivelled and let...