The mélange of smells from within my shop wafted out to greet me when I opened the door. I breathed deep letting the damp smell of the city streets--a wet mixture of rain, exhaust and humanity--be washed away. As always the comforting scents of my shop reminded me of my home, my so far away home of Sikar. Specifically my Nani's house, when the summer rains w...
Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual encounters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Remember that the term 'teen' can refer to a person who is 18 or 19 years of age! This is the continuing saga of the Idol of Lesbos, which has been put to film by Margo Sullivan. I'm proud to say that my taboo story has succeeded in making headway into the a...
Alice A sense of dread hung over me as Nicole and I exited the hotel room. It was the Friday after my own humiliating prom where I was so preoccupied with the latex and bondage elements hidden in the little mermaid's ball gown I wore that I failed to notice Nicole's true scheme, adapting the tulle of my dress to become transparent in the bright light of a c...
4. An Old Flame Terry ignored the blaring horn of the taxi as he pulled out into the busy city traffic then turned right after just making it through the traffic lights as they flashed amber. It was always busy around here, even on this sunny Tuesday afternoon and he'd quickly learned to avoid the main roads and stick to the back-streets if he wanted to get...
Of all the colors she could have worn that day, Uma chose to go with peach. "I wish I'd left you at your aunt's house more often. She would have taught you how to dress like a bride- to-be". Uma could almost hear what her mother would have said if she'd seen her. Thankfully, Uma was alone. She'd just hopped down from the bus and was standing in front of a 'C...
My car puttered into the parking lot of the veteran's hall as the sun set. I had managed to get out of work early enough to race home, do my makeup and hair and put on my new dress. My nerves were shot, and my stomach full of butterflies as I sat behind the wheel, staring ahead at a sky that looked painted. I took a deep breath, smoothing the crinoline on my...
Rebecca admired herself in the mirror. In a week she would become Mrs. Richard Peña in the wedding she had always dreamed of, but for now she could have a sneak preview of herself as a vision in white. The dress was perfect. The patterned lace clung to her upper body and enveloped her arms, leaving her shoulders bare to the touch. The layers of material cov...
Author's Note: This is my first story, feedback is always welcome. * I can't remember a time in my life when he wasn't around. Patrick and I were born two days and two plantations apart. Our families were good friends and even better business partners. From the moment we were born, they dreamed of uniting their plantations just outside of Savannah, Georgi...
The moment when a woman tells her parents she is getting married is supposed to be one of the most exciting points in her life. For me, it was one of nervousness and anxiety. Seriously, I got a tension headache just thinking about what I would say. It had been two weeks since I'd let Mel know and she texted me saying that if I didn't tell Mom and Dad, she wo...
Author's Note: This work, my first, would not be possible without the assistance and comments of Carey Thomas, the author of a wonderful set of lesbian romances with characters who interweave among her stories. Her work is published at Literotica.com. She reviewed drafts of certain parts of this book, and I have included, with her permission and changed name...