From the outside, the squat was really no different from all the other houses that Janine and Edie had passed as they made their way from the tube station through the North London streets to the address they had been given. Perhaps it was slightly more dilapidated, but in the early evening dusk every house had a general air of dinginess, not improved by the...
Finsbury Park was a grubby part of North London, street upon street, of Victorian-era terrace houses, mostly, three or four floors high. Many, if not most, had been split into one or two-room flats and a lot of those were quite illegal, in-so-far-as, they failed to meet the regulations required of landlords. But people were desperate for accommodation, conse...
Disclaimers: Mine. Two women loving each other. No violence (maybe next time). I suggest you read the first part if you wish to understand what is going on. Feedback is always more than welcome. Please stroke my writer's ego...it needs all the stroking it can get. :) *** The doorbell then decided to ring. I walked to the door, frowning in wonder as to wh...
The morning of Sandy's visit, I woke up with a start. Anya was still at Carlo's, and I was glad. I knew that she'd been staying away on purpose, and I missed her, but it seemed to be the only way to keep our mind off each other and what we were going to do once our friend came to town. But I was so horny. I thought a run might relax me, but I found that it...
Out of the corner of my eye I watched the pretty little black-haired girl. She looked to be about 18 or 19, no more than 5'2" tall, and rail-thin. By her somewhat dark complexion and exotic facial features I knew she was some kind of racial mix, but not exactly what. I couldn't tell how she was built under the at least three layers of clothes she wore to sta...
These are the continuing adventures of Rachel Jones and Kira Sterling, students at Pacific Western Christian University in Fresno, California. I hope you'll have read "Ugly Duckling," which explains how they met, and tells a little about where they came from, emotionally. Shortly after the "Santa's Helper" beauty contest in the "Madhouse" Madison Hall dorm...
Hi readers Here's chapter 2. Sorry it's a bit late, I've been really busy recently. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. MELD ********************* "Do you fancy meeting up at lunch? I've got an idea," said Janice, an excited tone in her voice. "Okay," replied Sophie, "where?" "Erm...how about Dawson's cafe, about half twelve?" "Alright, I'll have to go now J...
"I'm off to work!" I was laying across my bed reading a book and listening to music when my roommate and friend, LaDonna, peeked into my room. "Ok, girl," I said, looking up briefly from the page that I was reading. "Make me a lot of money," I joked, though I already knew that she would. She had recently gotten a job as a waitress a little over a month befo...
"Exquis," I thought, as my eyes wandered the small but smartly attired apartment. Seeing how another lives is always illuminating. At first blush, it was clear Paige lived an orderly life. "I can only wish," I thought, reflecting on the relative disarray of my own. "You like to cook," I observed, anxiously glancing about at the kitchen's legion of culinary...
This first part is an introduction to how it came to be that I was to meet with a woman who was to turn my life around completely in I way I could never have imagined. Not only to to wake up the lesbian feelings lurking inside me, but to turns of events that would take me on a journey into the taboo world of sexuality. So ladies please bear with me: I left...