JULIE'S STORY Ilona and Julie were mentioned in Seducing Zoe Part Four and as promised, I've penned a two-part short story about these two women. The other characters in the abovementioned story don't make an appearance though, so without delay let me introduce you to Ilona and Julie, the story is set in the Melbourne suburb of Mooroolbark, 2012 and begins...
This story is the third in a series involving some of the same characters. Although it isn't absolutely necessary to read the previous two, I would advise it in order to get a feeling for the relationships between the characters. They can be found in my profile. 1. Hidden Pleasures 2. The desire. I welcome any feedback, good or bad. I'd like to thank Cubiu...
Author's Notes: I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. This is part two of a two part story. There may be more parts at some point. There may be more parts at some point. I'd like to thank zebra2001u...
They say you should 'write what you know'. The setting for most of this story is the environment that I work in. Apologies if I use some jargon that you've never heard of (I've tried to explain most of it). Google is probably your friend :P If you're expecting a stroke story, stop right now and hit the 'back' button. This has a slow start, but the payoff i...
Foreword Hi guys, it's me, Chrissie here with more intimate confessions. For anyone who missed my earlier "Short and Sweet" yarns I'm telling the tale of May 2017, the time of the first Brexit snap election. Well, the first of all the latest, way beyond-boring Brexit elections . . . And that particular bore actually happened in early June. It just dragged...
Outside Vera's spa we stashed the bags in the trunk. When I ask about the garment bag lying flat across the flooring Candi explained that she sometimes had to change dresses between appointments or change from a modest street dress into her working clothes on the run. Pulling away from the curb she asked if I was hungry. "Yes, I could eat a horse." She gig...
Special thanks to Livi for the translation. Without her my grammar would be awful. ******************************** The creaking sound of the coupé's door pulled me back to reality as if I was broken out from under the burst-opened water surface to suck the fresh air into my lungs. I instinctively glanced away from the countryside that rushed by the windo...
Note: Thank you so much for making "First Day of School" the Lesbian Story of the Year in 2003. It was obvious from the beginning that there had to be a second day. Here it is. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * My first year as a third grade teacher was going well. Much better than I had expected, in fact. The kids were great; my principal was great; and the...
"Wog" = Australian slang for Greeks and other Southern Europeans. It used to be a racist insult, but it's been almost entirely reclaimed, and these days it's mostly used self-referentially by Australians of Mediterranean ancestry. * I didn't see Phoebe again before she went back to Sydney. She was doing family stuff. I was racking up overtime fixing a few...
This is my first attempt at writing a story so i'm testing the water really. Feedback welcomed. Starts slowly, goes on a bit. Apparently I can't write and listen to music at the same time but I was obsessed with I Walk a Little Faster as performed by Blossom Dearie throughout the time I was writing this, hence the title. ***** Prologue - A Dividing Line...