Please read the previous parts first to understand what is happening. Please feel free to comment and message me, I always reply. Sadiax and Graymangazer. I must keep calm. I'm frightened and close to panic, but I have to keep calm. All is total blackness, any sound I do hear is muffled, and in fact I'm not sure it isn't just in my head. I can't speak,...
Darling Readers, Technically this is Chapter 2, Part 2, but don't let that worry you. It follows on just fine from before. Sorry it took so long to get to you - please, I adore receiving your comments, and ideas, and I respond to many. All the usual things apply..please don't read if you are too young - and don't do drugs. These are just impossibly decade...
It was the moment every little girl dreams of, but never in Wanda Catron's wildest dreams did she imagine the moment like this. She was stunned by the question, and her hands started shaking. She was afraid it wasn't real. Wanda had been online, talking with her Mistress, Donna Mettert. But this conversation was not like any other conversation she had ever...
I've never been the type of girl to have a crush. Back in high school, when all of my friends were talking about the various boys of the week, I was talking about my favorite books or newest sci-fi. Sure, my friends shared some of my interests, but we never connected on that level. I guess I just never got into the wistful longing after an unobtainable targe...
The early morning sun began to shine brightly through our bedroom window- waking me up. I wasn’t much of a morning person until the first morning you and I woke up in each other’s arms. After that, I grew to love mornings. Our mornings were special. It was the one time of the day where we actually got to hold each other close and not be in a big hurry. All t...
Prologue Where do I even begin in trying to describe my friends? How does one even pick a single point that might possibly give you even the smallest idea of what these bitches are really like? Don't get me wrong, I adore them all, each and every one of them, they just drive me crazy sometimes. I've known a couple of them for most of my life, the rest kind...
Seven days. Seven days had passed since Mary's drive home from Josie's suburban home. She thought about it: one hundred and sixty-eight hours since she had last heard her voice, seen her face, touched her body, or taken in her scent as they kissed. One hundred and sixty-eight hours since her last orgasm. Mary could only wonder what she was doing at that mom...
On the last night of our trip to Jackson Hole, we'd headed out for dinner and some shopping in town. I ended up buying a new bikini, but little else. Tori, my girlfriend, bought a pair of hot leather pants from Hide Out. When we were done, we returned to our hotel room, took all of our stuff out of our suitcases and repacked everything for my trip home on Sa...
Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or offended by graphic depictions of lesbian sexuality with a sadomasochistic theme, please go elsewhere. Otherwise feel free to email feedback. This is a fictional continuation of the story begun by "Holiday Fireworks." I sat, spent, on the edge of my bed, musing. It was late afternoon. The idea of a pet lying in wait for me...
Author's Note: This story was created as part of a much larger story that takes place sometime in the past about a girl who develops a relationship with her gym teacher in high school. If conventionally unattractive (butch) women and large age differences are not your thing, please skip this story. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,...