Ginny Wesley was standing in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, looking at her nude body critically. Overall she was pleased with what she saw. She was slender but not too thin and was pretty in that girl-next-door kind of way, rather than being 'beautiful', something that she was actually happy about, as she didn't want to put so much time and...
Hi! I'm Shannon. Shannon Conroy. A very Irish name. Wouldn't ya say? Me name comes from ta river whose circuitous course flows north to south pretty much down ta middle of Ireland, but in truth me name in ta Irish lies deeply imbedded in Celtic mythology in ta Goddess Sinend. In ta "Irish" it's "Sionnain." I'm now eighteen an' in me first year at an all-gir...
I’ve always found other women attractive. Ever since I was little, I’ve always enjoyed looking at them. Well, it’s the way we’re brought up, isn’t it? Fashion, hairstyles, ads, women’s magazines, that sort of thing - it’s normal, it’s what we do. And let’s be honest, I’ve wondered more than a few times what it would be like to make love with another woman, t...
With a heavy lurch forward, the number 9 bus took off from another stop, filled to the brim and straightened folding doors with passengers. Passengers who occupied every seat, and whose hands wrapped and covered every safety railing and pole. In the center of that sea of bodies, handbags, and glowing cell phone screens, moved a redheaded beauty. One who ha...
A stolen bike leads to an amazing new friendship. * * * Author's Note Unlike many of the other tales I have written, this one has a very slow build with a lot of sexual tension before getting to the good bits. Also, one of the characters is butch. So, if you came here expecting some hot girl-on-girl spanking action, save yourself the frustration and go re...
My heart was pounding a mile a minute the night I met BethAnne (or I guess you could say the night I "bought" BethAnne). I had heard about the slave auctions at one of the famous S&M clubs in downtown New York City on a Friday night. I went there not knowing what to expect. There were an awful lot of weird characters there and I really felt out of place. I m...
Author's note: I would like to give a special thanks to whoredinarygirl for her editing assistance. I would also like to thank Happenstance, for his words of encouragement, and his patience. Friends like you are why I smile. You know who you are. This story is relatively long, very romantic and takes a little while to get to the point. If that is not what...
A smile crosses my lips as I pack my bag and recall our last time together. We had such fun in Vegas and I know we are going to have a good time in Colorado. Having packed my bag I scan my closet and decide what I am going to wear. After pulling almost everything off their hangers, I decide on a red skirt with black accents, a black silk top, red silk bra, b...
Chapter 1 I hadn't set out to do it. I had never thought about it or planned such a thing. It just wasn't me, it was not my thing, well it had never been until then. Something must have changed, but was it with me, was it circumstances or what? Chapter 2 I was Acting Head Copywriter in a big ad agency. Acting, because I was not a full time employee, but a...
This is the second part to a two-part short story about a married woman who is taught the meaning of love by an exotic Indian woman. There will not be any more parts or chapters: sometimes a story just has to end where it ends. ***** I continued to observe the area for the next few days. I knew one thing: open garage doors were an open invitation to come...