Author's Note: There is archeological and written historical evidence to confirm that women fought as gladiators. While many were slaves from conquered territories, women from all classes of Roman society fought in the Coliseum and just about every arena in the Roman Empire. A carved relief from the 1st century AD depicts two female gladiators with shields...
When Ashley and Penny walked out of Ashley's deluxe, two bedroom apartment in the Accommodation Sydney Centre on Oxford Street across from Hyde Park to take a short taxi ride to the East End, a light, late spring breeze caressed their cheeks and tousled their hair slightly as it came off the water from the harbour. It was a glorious day. The sun was shining....
Nicole woke up in her college dorm bed feeling sore and sticky. The last thing she remembered was being up late studying with her roommate, Lisa, when she could not keep her eyes open anymore. They were both in the same college writing class on essays and persuasive writing. The test today was a mid term and one-fifth of the grade. As a result, she had been...
***** Greetings, gals and pals, Smokey here. Here's another story for you which distinguishes from my normal numbered stories in one of the ways the "Redefining Punishment"s do: it's narrated in first-person. And again from a lesbian ("lebbi," as I affectionately refer to them, as you may know) point of view. Specifically, one very special and particular ch...
'Ok chick, take the rest of the week off,' said Carol. 'Everything's in hand here. The boss is very impressed with the last couple of weeks' worth of your work, so he'll be fine with it, don't worry. I'll spin something.' "Thanks Carol. I owe you...ok...will do. Bye Carol, and thanks." Seema popped her 'phone back in her pocket. She drew her arm across her...
Introduction Hi it's me again, Davina, although I hope by now you're thinking of me as "Dave". As introductions go, this is going to be a short one. For anyone who missed the story of me losing my virginity, I'd have you know I'm currently twenty-six and often get mistaken for a bloke. I'm also tired of being depicted as a boring IT nerd so (quite shameles...
This is a continuation of Meeting My Angel 1-4. I felt that story line was getting a bit dry so I decided to spice things up. Please have an open mind because I have changed the whole scheme of things. The submission of the next story is subject to the feedback on this chapter so please comment. xoxo -JuicyJ19 *** Angie and I made our way to the grocer...
Kassandra raced through the airport and bulled over other fliers to find her connecting plane. By the time she arrived at the first electronic board listing the departures, it was like she was preparing for the eight hundred meter run. She slipped her bag off and massaged the cramps in her shoulder it left behind. As she caught her air and relieved her dis...
Author's Note This story picks up from "Irresistible Attraction" and "Holding Out for a Hero", although as usual I have tried to write it as a tale in its own right, so readers have no reason to backtrack. And, unlike many of my earlier efforts, this one is sex just about all of the way. ***** Chapter One (October 2001, Lancashire: Thursday morning) Hea...
Come Aboard Sandy stretched out on the deck of her shipshape lobster scow, "Spanking Jenny." The sun was good, not too hot this early in the season, but still warm enough to invite her to relax. Josh and Hank would razz her if they caught her in this bikini. They almost never saw her in anything but waders and a tattered yellow sou'wester. Rusty blond hair...