This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 6 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. THE NEXT MORNING I woke up and groggily tried to reorient mysel...
This story is a continuation of I’m Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 8 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. * THE FLIGHT HOME 9 and I selected two seats on the next to th...
SS38: "Lost And Found" (holiday tribute #5) ***** Here then is a bittersweet but touching lebbi heartwarmer, especially for those of you more sentimental Sapphiles. It's a little on the lengthy side, so I apologize if the Reader feels it takes a tad long to reach the intimate portions. It has a character crossover from my first holiday tribute, "Home For C...
A few days before Thanksgiving Day last year, I got another phone call from Ashley. She is one of the two sensuous young women whose pussies I eat occasionally, keeping them sexually satisfied so neither will be tempted to lose her virginity to somebody at the university they attend. We refer to these pussy-eating sessions as “treatments” or “booster shots”...
Author's Note: This work, my first, would not be possible without the assistance and comments of Carey Thomas, the author of a wonderful set of lesbian romances with characters who interweave among her stories. Her work is published at Literotica.com. She reviewed drafts of certain parts of this book, and I have included, with her permission and changed name...
Dear Dr. Carroll, I know this letter will be way too long, but my situation is so confused I'm afraid to leave anything out. If you print this in your column, please feel free to cut all the meaningless babble. I've also enclosed a stamped, self-addressed envelope in case you want to reply directly. But I desperately need your advice. I grew up in San Fran...
Miss White preferred a late afternoon Thanksgiving dinner, and so that was what ABD always had. This year she put Sasha in charge of the kitchen, checking in occasionally to make sure things were being done according to her specifications. Jodie and Sofia were helping, though Nikki and Polly — somewhat to Miss White's annoyance — were nowhere to be found. O...
Holly was lonely. Most of the time this was fine. Most of the time she preferred life that way. But the holidays got to her. It started with Thanksgiving and all the family togetherness. True, not everyone gathered joyously to fabulously prepared dinners, but we all pretended we did. Other people had to eat dry turkey and repeat old arguments too. At least...
Thanksgiving dinner went really well. After being the unconsenting center of an impromptu gangbang, I had napped nearly all afternoon, so I felt much more chipper than normal. Little Tommy ate all of his puréed sweet potato and green beans and even tried a few bites of Grandma's pumpkin pie. I helped Mrs. Parker clean the table and Claire and I settled in to...
On Sunday Miss White got a call from Dean Wilkins, asking her to meet again on Monday. Somewhat hesitantly, Miss White agreed, still uncomfortable with the whole situation but mindful of the leverage that the Dean had over her. Fortunately Kristin and Jenny seemed none the worse for wear after their encounter — though both of their asses were still sore, nei...