I would like to thank MistressJoanna for editing it and showing me how much better my story can be! I also like to thank the people that told me to go on writing. This story is for you guys. ***** Amber just turned 18 today but was celebrating it alone. Her parents were gone on a business trip and had sworn they would make it up to her later. Kathy, a frie...
Claudia let out a slight grunt as she set down the last of the crates in the corner of the office's kitchen area. As usual she had overestimated how hungry and thirsty her employees would be, which meant that for the next two weeks or so they would be padding out their lunches with plenty of leftovers. Overall, she had to admit, the Christmas party had been...
DESIGkNICKERS recorded Alex's painful encounter with an American woman, and my efforts to administer therapy and achieve release. I now continue into the next day, after a peaceful night's slumber in each other's arms. 1 Reveille came in the form of Alex's tongue on my left nipple, and awakening consisted of slow and gentle clitting until, with appreciativ...
This is a slow burner lesbian story. It is also my first publication on this site and the first time to branch out in my writing. Thank you for giving this story a chance and I hope you enjoy the first chapter. ************************** "Ow! Hey! Quit Chloe!" Dog food was spilling all over the floor as the great pyrenees' large body tried to squeeze in...
It goes like this; you find inspiration where you can get it. I'm painting. It is here that I am most myself, here where I gain the substance and meaning of life. This is my best reality. I am absorbed, deep into the slide of the paint, probing and revealing an inner world that hasn't been visited until now. She's there on the canvas, in a bed of stars...
Picture two horny 18-year-old girls in bikinis, looking for guys, at the public swimming pool on a Friday night. OK, let me guess: You’ve got in mind two skanky little hard-bellies with perfect tits, asses you could bounce quarters of off, and an Avril Lavigne pout. Correct? I wish. Jessica and I are the two geeky girls who can’t get laid. What do you thi...
I’m in the supermarket. I don’t know how I got here, I don’t really remember. I don’t know why I’m in the supermarket either. Maybe it’s because of all the people that I ended up here. Maybe I followed someone here without either of us realising. It’s quite possible given the number of people there seem to be around me. And maybe if I could find the person I...
The place is not what I expected. The atmosphere is bright, glitzy, with an overall techno feel that seems almost cold. I had expected something warmer, more ... nurturing, feminine, I guess, from a place that caters exclusively to women. I wonder if this appeals to the butch types, and then laugh at myself for indulging in stereotypes. What do I know, anywa...
She stepped back from the easel, the last stroke of her brush on the canvas completed. Now she looked over the painting as a whole, instead of the minute details she had been focused on the past few hours. She let the sensual imagery wash over her, the warm skin tones, the full red lips forming an enigmatic smile, the bold stare of the eyes... the eyes... di...
Part I -- Looking Back "Amanda Mountford," I enthused, "sometimes you really need to be appreciated." Looking back now, Amanda, I have to say your response was disappointingly confined to a muffled grunt; but I could forgive that. After all, your mouth was rather full at that moment. How could one not be generous, indulgent even, to one who is as intently...