As I told my story, my best friend Lynette's eyes grew wider with every passing moment. It was terrifying and humiliating, but at the same time I couldn't believe what a relief it was to finally talk about what Catherine had done to me. I had just admitted my most embarrassing personal secret to her, that when I was in college I had become the lesbian love s...
Watching the sun rise over the ocean from Hawaii is just about as close to heaven on earth as it gets. Just before the sun crests over the ocean, the sky turns every single shade of pink, orange, and red. The ocean dances, showing off every color of the rainbow while huge birds fly over, waiting for the sun to start shining. The Hawaiian islands constantly...
PART 3 This is part three of the story of Sam and her new life. This is one, continuous story, so this part will not make a great deal of sense unless you have read Parts 1 and 2; Part 1 can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/a-new-adventure-every-day-pt-01 Thanks again to Winterreisser for his diligent editing and thoughtful suggestions and for...
Cindy wanted to get a tattoo to show off to her lesbian lover Debs. So she went to a tattoo shop at the edge of town. She walked a little hesitantly into the gloomy store and saw behind the counter the tattooist. She was a very tall, slender black woman who had strange tattoos of dark swirling symbols on her arms. Her head was shaved except for a short black...
Jim did not say a word to me when I got home Sunday night and I felt my world was tearing apart. I slept restlessly that night and woke up several times to terrifying dreams that I could not remember. When daylight came I showered and dressed for work. I kissed the kids good bye and walked out the door. I didn’t know it at the time, but that would be the las...
Author's Note: This is the third (and final?) story in my Friend series; it is also the longest. This story has changing points-of-view. Each section will be labeled by character: Ginger, Becks (Rebecca), and Zara. It is better to have read either (or both!) of my earlier "Friend" stories (Friends Like These and To Be a Friend) to understand some of the ref...
She walked across the floor, her hips swaying in time to the music. Her long brown, coppery hair bounced when she walked and her concrete blue eyes glittered. Her fringe fell in her eyes. Her glass held some type of pink alcoholic liquid, something fruity, so straight looking, she was totally hot. I downed the last half of my glass of Johnnie Walker Black an...
“Peace out y’all” she said as she pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows suggestively towards no one in particular. It was time for her ten minute break in between sets. She went to the bathroom to change and relieve the sweat that she had worked up in her black vinyl pants. In the tiny back bathroom which substituted as a dressing room, she stood behind...
A huge hug and sloppy kisses to those of you who have e-mailed me about this novel over the past few months. You guys are the best xx For Z, my forever. I sought Not with my eyes But the tips of my fingers The familiar slope of your breast Down, down Down to the little warm nook That I'd be blessed to call home * You watch me Eyes hazy...
Once there was a trendy black and platinum blonde haired woman. She was wearing a black tank top and a pink plaid skirt. She was about 5'2" and 120lbs. She never liked boys. She thought they were boring and predictable, in and out of the bedroom. Her name was Windy Haze and she worked as a tattoo and piercing artist which is something she always loved doing...