Karen's second lesbian experience Julie taught me so much about love, about caring, about caressing and love making. I was so amazed about the gradual and long lasting foreplay methods. Almost every cell tingled with excitement as she touched me and assisted me to learn. At times, the teacher (Julie) wanted to know if I the student (Karen) was learning. S...
Rachel Fontana fumbled with the two paper bags full of groceries as she tried to unlock the door to her apartment. It had been a hectic day, the likes of which she hadn't seen in a long time. All she wanted to do was have dinner, kick off her shoes and turn up the air conditioner to high. New York City in August was not a fun place to be. Especially in the m...
Open for contributions, this is intended as a collaborative story. The Savage Land is a hidden place, lost to time. Filled with plants and animals long thought extinct, dinosaurs roam vast plains and lush jungles of titanic trees while sabre-tooth tigers stalk their prey amidst its soaring rocky peaks. The vast ruins of long lost and forgotten civilizations...
Eve had arrived in Dallas, but had no luck thus far. Most would have given up already, but the search for Melody was imperative for her. She'd actually met a few other lesbians, but they were just another part of her search. One lead her to a housewife who she slept with. Oh, the fun they had... it was like no other for her partner, but Eve only had one thin...
"Do you know why I love you? Do you know why I keep coming back to you time after time? Well, you're hot, for starters, but it's so much more than that. You understand me. I need my freedom, and you get that. You would never try to tie me down or hold me back. With you, I'm free. We're together, we love each other, but I'm still free. You would never tell me...
I have always led a privileged, predictable life. I was "born and raised" in the South, in a house built and owned by my mother's family since 1793. I went to an expensive and exclusive all girl's school and eventually married a nice young man from a good family. My husband went into his father's construction business and was soon making a lot of money, so w...
I'm going to the seaside. You probably wonder why I, a forty-five year old widow, find this so exciting, but I haven't been for years, not since my husband died ten years ago. I don't know why, just never did. We never had children, who would no doubt have taken me there, so I suppose that's at least part of the reason. My name is Lydia. As I've already men...
Cindy glanced at me across the truck. "Are you having fun now, Charlotte? You seem a lot better." I looked at her, and she grinned at me. I realized she was right. I'd been getting into a deeper funk since the guys started drinking at the diner, and then the whole time we'd been bowling. Actually, I'd been stewing at Jay all week. We'd rented this place i...
The Secret Journal of Mrs Daphne Jackman 3rd May 1935: Thank God! After an interminable journey -- I feel as though I've been at sea for ever -- we have at last reached Singapore. In just two days time I will finally see my new home in Malaya. My brother Roger was there in dress uniform to meet me and Jack off the boat, which was a relief. 10th May 1935: G...
When I heard my secretary, Linda, asking my wife Sharon, to invite our sexy neighbor over, that is a widow, over for lunch, especially when Linda found out that she hit the jack-pot since the young widow had an eighteen year old beauty of a daughter living at home. I felt as though I had let loose a serial bi-sexual predator. When I arrived home around din...