The dense, humid air on the platform had been annoying Thea, and she breathed a cool sigh of relief from the conditioned interior of the subway car. Looking immediately for an open spot, she took the only empty seat on one side of the car, leaving Shane sandwiched between Thea's parents opposite her. The longing look on the faces of her parents and the awkwa...
My name is Heather, I'm 24 and a postgraduate student reading physics at Edinburgh University in Scotland. I have long blond hair, green eyes, a trim figure, and I'm quite tall at 5' 10". I know I'm attractive its obvious from the reaction I get from men and even some women. I don't let myself get tied up in worrying if my bum looks big, I'm a scientist and...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. Sorry for the delay in publishing Part 4 - life has been busy! Thank you to all those who've sent messages encouraging me to get it written, I hope it proves worth the wait! ***** Amy couldn't sleep. She just kept turning the events of the previous day over in her mind. She couldn't believe what s...
Clarification: All characters in the sex scenes described in this work of fiction are above the legal age of consent in your state or country. At last! thought Emerald, lovingly waving goodbye to her parents as the train pulled off. She'd got the compartment to herself, and her family were gone. Not that she didn't love her mother and father and darling sis...
THE TALES OF PRIYA, a lesbian paranormal fantasy. Part 2: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck and a FutaWitch This is a story of an 18-year-old half-Warshari, half-Witch, who starts waking up to her life. Her name is Priya. She is 5'7" 135 pounds, 34C-28-34. She is fit and works out every day. Her urges have always been towards girls even though she tried dating a guy, but s...
The porter struggled behind me with my luggage as I neared the train. People streamed left and right while the long sleek train sat purring at the platform, ready to carry us on our journey. I took the conductors hand, adjusted my tight skirt and stepped up onto the train as people bustled past. "Bonjour, Madame," he said and, as he checked my tickets, I ch...
I was late leaving for work that morning. My husband had got up in the middle of the night to pilot his jumbo jet off to Djakarta or somewhere, and the batteries in my bloody alarm clock had chosen that night to give up the ghost. Cursing to the heavens I gave myself a quick splash in the shower, dragged on my business suit, laddering a brand new pair of tig...
This story is dedicated to Heather, the real life Heather. Although some details are true, the outcome isn't. However, that is how we would have liked it to end. I left home after I graduated from college. I didn't like the way my parents treated my youngest sister which was the same way they had treated me; because I had no means to change that situation...
Disclaimers: This is an uber piece with the two women we know and love so much. The characters are my own. Sex: Yes it's there. I can't write without it. It is my whole drive for writing. So, yes it's detailed and juicy and titillating. Violence: None this time. Wow. Language: Some bad language. Comments/Feedback: I would appreciate constructive criticis...
There are times when there is no time, when it isn't just the urgent need between my legs which is the imperative. When the only chance for satisfaction is fast shameless action. Move now or it is gone forever. *** The Brits gave the world railways. Not just in the inventing sense - I studied enough economic history to know that it was Brit capital that fi...