“I think,” Claire said in her tight-jawed voice, “we should make that fat girl, Janice, our slave. If we need our pussy eaten, we call Janice. If we’re going out of town, we have Janice make herself available to our men.” Claire snorted. “Do you know Dwight actually had the nerve to tell me ‘…it just feels good and squishy…’ when he was talking about som...
//Author's Note: This story is part of a small collection of Lesbian stories I'll be uploading this week. This particular one is an edited resubmission of a story that was previously posted on Literotica. Apologies if you've already read this (although, given the low view count before, that seems unlikely!). This one was posted in a different category, so ov...
"C'mon, sugar, let's get something cold on that cheek of yours," Marie said, holding her hand for Trish to take, leading her to the kitchen for some 'ice therapy'. "Bitch caught you good," Marie observed as she placed an ice pack gently onto Trish's left cheek, the bruising starting to show the early signs of yellowing and swelling. "Yeah, sucker-punched m...
Life can be tricky, it can also be boring, slow, and repetitive but, most of all, it can be wonderful. I learned the first one while picking up innuendo, a hidden meaning, in my best friend Trish's jokes. I'm Sarah, and I'm here to tell about a time I had with my friend Trish that turned into a long time of exploration. Trish and I were friends all throug...
Time was running out. Trish and Gina had met on the first day of Band Camp, well before Orientation for the first-year university students. By the time the non-band/non-sports first-year students arrived, they were already building a solid friendship. As fall became winter, they spent many a cold night crossing the wind-swept campus between each other's do...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers Trish looked hungrily at Samantha's body. "It's a shame that we couldn't discover each other's feelings earlier, baby," Trish said, as the two sat on her bed. The tension was palpable, and got to be too much for Samantha, her fingers tracing over Trish's bare thigh. "So, uh, how do we start?" Samantha asked. "Maybe just...
I waited for my husband Robert to come home. My new lover, Trish, had left earlier that afternoon, and I knew I had to be honest with Robert. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t deny my feelings. I thought about the events of the day: meeting Trish just that afternoon, making love with her, and knowing in my heart that she was someone that I could not...
If you aren't turned on by two women making hot, passionate love or if you're under 18, this story is not for you. However, if you are, welcome to my latest tale of girl-girl lust.. [Dedicated to Gayle, Kisha and more of their deep, wet, tongue-sucking kissing sessions.] * * * * * The truck was speeding down Route 6 toward the motel. With all the sex-play...
If you aren't turned on by two women making hot, passionate love or if you're under 18, this story is not for you. However, if you are, welcome to my latest tale of girl-girl lust.. [Dedicated to Gayle, Kisha and their deep, wet, tongue-sucking kissing sessions.] * * * * * Chapter 1: The Diner Gayle was driving in her pickup truck, fresh from her afterno...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers "It's pink," Samantha Harris explained. "And it wasn't soft at all. It was pretty damned hard - on me, at least." Irritated, she brushed back her light brown hair from over her ear, letting it flow down to the middle of her back. "Really?" responded her roommate, eighteen year-old Trish Dellaconte. "I thought that was just...