Finally, a chance for a few days away from work, home, responsibilities, but sadly Linda could not join me, "Sorry honey, I have that regional management meeting and I can't get out of it!" So here I was staying in a Hotel overlooking Brighton's Marine Palace and Pleasure Pier. When one is surrounded by nice people and good food; what else could a nice lesbi...
I often arrive at my life class quite early. By doing this it is possible to set up my easel and reserve one of my favourite positions in the studio by fastening my paper to the drawing board. Frequently there is till time to go next door into the cafeteria to buy a coffee and perhaps chat with some of the other students. On the day in question, I was alone...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story picks up from No Holds Barred in London, which was based on the idea/request of a fan who wishes to remain nameless. We rejoin the action in Victoria's (London) hotel room. As you may recall, Trish had been about to leave when she was made an offer she could not refuse. ***** Trish approached the bed, thinking that Victoria really...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers (Author's note - I decided not to change any of the time periods or political references in this story written 8 years ago, because it's about love, not war.) Afghanistan 2004 Emily Anderson preceded Kit Taylor by a half hour entering the small house, located in a small village outside Kabul, lent to them by a sympathetic...
It was Mid-December of 1983 and I was a freshman at UC Berkeley. I was reveling in my time away from home and family as I was not getting along with my new stepmother and just loved the freedom and independence of college life. I'd chosen to go to art school at CCAC...the California College of Arts and Crafts but my father wanted me educated at the Universit...
Jill was a busy young nurse, about 27 years old, short but very attractive with shoulder-length dark blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a cheeky smile (so all her many friends told her). She'd been working long hours on unsociable shifts whilst spending most of her free time working out her firm body at the local gym. She struggled even to find time to go sho...
In Jen's junior year at University, she was enrolled in an English lit class that required each student to attend a lab style writing period. The lab period unfortunately fell very inconveniently from 3 to 5pm every Friday. At first, and the thing that bothered Jen the most, was that it would be cutting in to the start of the weekend partying. How this writ...
A breast cast is made when a woman allows fresh plaster to be spread across her chest, and when it hardens over a period of time, it creates a perfect mold of her feminine features. It's pure art where mother nature is the true star. This process has been used by women with breast cancer for either their personal memories or public displays. The end resul...
Hi! My name's Katie. I had finished work for the day at her local high-end fashion store. A grueling day of walking around the store ad infinitum had left me feeling exhausted and emotionally depleted. A break-up from my boyfriend the day before hadn't helped things. People were asking me for opinions on which items matched which . . . and it was just some...
Author's Preface: Yes, yes, I know. Literotica is all about the sex and I wrote a romance. Please forgive my maudlin sentiments and I promise there is plenty of steam. I just feel that Valentine's Day is about connecting in more than just a physical sense. Enjoy! Liz absolutely hated Valentine's Day! For one reason or another, she had never been in a...