Ellie woke in the mucky aroma of last night's cigarettes and hard, oh so hard cider. Her musty hair clung to... "whose pillow is this?" she thought. She shot upright, constrained and trapped in sheets she did not recognize. "Whose room is this?" She gazed at the dark blue room with Aztec frosting-white crown molding. "Is this a man's bedroom? How drunk was I...
Those of you who've been wondering what happened to Vicky and waiting for some actual poker action, this chapter's for you. I'd encourage any new readers to at least start with Year Two ch. 01 even if you don't go all the way back to the original spa game series; I think it will make much more sense. Thank you to everyone who's been reading, rating, favori...
"Welcome," said Joni. "I'll need you to fill out this form." "Sure, yes, thank-you," said Emily. Joni considered her patient. She was young, twenty-something. Blonde, freckled, curvy. She filled out the form with seriousness, knitting her brows together, leaning over the clipboard slightly, a hint of cleavage showing beneath her sensible blouse. "There,"...
INTRODUCTION: The story that you are about to read is true. This is the story of my incredible transformation from being a wedded wife to a lesbian life as the partner of an 18 year old woman who was just starting her freshman year in college. Before you make any judgement about me and this change in my life, I want you to hear the truth. The facts as to h...
Sometimes, people say that I am a lust-filled slut. Like most Butch women. Well, I say I'm not. Being a Butch woman doesn't mean I chase anything in a skirt. I chase hot women because I want to. Pure and simple. The name is Theresa McDowell. A six-foot-tall, green-eyed, blonde-haired and alabaster-skinned Irishwoman living in the City of Nepean, Province of...
I have used italics as a way to differentiate between past and present thoughts. Part One: Reflections of a painful past. -When I told my father I would be following in his footsteps by joining the military he wrote me a letter telling me how proud he was of me and giving me some advice from his service experiences. The most important piece of advice h...
PART I Holiday Lovers Chapter 1 What was it (about her) that kept drawing my eyes to her? The shuttle bus had ten men and women. The ride was a good twenty minutes to the hotel. A few passengers were in conversation, the driver, earbuds in place, was swaying to a beat we couldn't hear. I managed several more glimpses of this intriguing lady who appeared to...
It is a family tradition to spend the Independence Day holiday out at Lake Marion. I managed to get away for a bit with some of my friends. Most of us gals went topless throughout the day, much to the delight of the few men along (as well as us female connoisseurs of perky breasts and erect nipples). We did shoo the fellows off after a while and we went skin...
I have made the decision that this will be a multi-part story, but haven't decided how many parts there will be. If you have any comments, requests, or feedback I would love to hear it. -Beginnergurl ----------------------------------------------- I have always had the fantasy of being with another woman, but I was scared that I would get in there to freez...
All through high school my cousin had insisted that she was going to go to officer training school and make a professional career in the military. Our dads had been in the regular army and we had been brought up a pair of army brats. Kristy-Anne had always preferred playing war games, donning fatigues and scaling assault courses to ‘girly’ pursuits like chec...