My name is Eloise Jenkins and I'm a young woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm around five-foot-ten, kind of plump, with red hair, green eyes and alabaster skin. I'm an Irish-American lesbian and I'm also a BDSM fanatic. By nature, I am submissive. My Mistress Kendra Jones taught me all I know. She's a six-foot-three, curvy and big-bottom...
By Pam, Tabatha, Lori and Linda NOTE to readers: this is the true account of how Tabatha and Pamela met Lori and tricked her into having lesbian sex with Tabatha, who was disguised as a man. Tabatha, Pamela and Lori each wrote up what they were thinking and what happened from their individual perspectives. Linda wove their narratives together. From Tabatha...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has be...
Going back to the work, Katie really didn't want to deal with Vida anymore. She knew Vida was her boss, but she wanted to stop all the sex play. Katie was committed to Amanda, who also wanted to look out for her at work. Getting the courage to speak up, Amanda handed Katie a copy of the company's personnel code and told her to read Chapter 10. Katie took...
There can only ever be one woman in my heart, and this is dedicated to her. MK Buzzing neon night in the city that never sleeps. Car lights streaking along the byways, and a symphony of noises and smells rising from the 24 hour hustle of the sidewalk. Sirens ring through the night air as gradually, the sequence of lights being turned on and off in the skysc...
There are two main categories for this piece. Lesbian Sex and Fantasy (supernatural hero stuff). Enjoy. There she was. My old high-school teacher, my first crush ever. Her green eyes sympathetically looking into mine. Her fingers brushing strands of hair out of my bloody face. "Are you alright?" her lips form these words that don't register in my ears...
(This story is not for minors or anyone offended by descriptions of sexual exploration between adventurous women. All characters are … well, you figure it out for yourself. Feedback is welcome, esp. from like-minded Dommes and Subs!) Part 3 "Are you sore?" asked the barely recognizable voice in my ear. I awoke startled to see Heather standing over me in...
(Pre-emptive apologies to anyone fluent in Italian who winces at any mistakes I've made with Bellissima's Italian dialogue; your only consolation should be that there isn't much of it.) (Many thanks to Lady Ru'etha, whose podcast added verisimilitude and--always--inspiration.) * Sarah looked up at the dress, wondering exactly how much it cost. In a bouti...
"I don't know, Cheryl. Why'd we rent this other costume at all?" "I told you why and what might work," Cheryl said in that low, breathy voice of hers. I was standing at the mirror, a costume in each arm, holding them in front of me, one after the other, trying to decide. "You've been mooning over that Tim for months now. Something has to give." I heard the...
I was briskly heading down my street towards my home around 12 at night when I heard a rustling of the leaves behind me. I turned quickly, expecting to see something or someone there but there was nothing other than the dark street and the glowing of jack-o-lanterns in the distance. I continued to walk and shook my head, deciding that I was only being parano...