This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
Many thanks to B2312 for first editing and improving this story. Special thanks to Dizzylia for changes that made it better. This talented author/editor writes lesbian stories at the other end of the spectrum from this one. If you enjoy being enflamed in loving sensuality, click on her name and check them out. * Halfway through the first semester of her j...
Who is that girl? Kirsty thought as she looked across the college bar she regularly frequented, sipping her bacardi and coke. Intrigued she stared long and hard as the pretty brunette strutted towards the dance floor, her short, purple dress hugging her petite frame perfectly. Now Kirsty knew she wasn't doing too badly in the looks department herself. She l...
Early May 1967 Lisa with Kendra: Learning Our Way Together Yes, our weekend trips both refine and dig deeper into the growing physical aspects of this new phase of our relationship. Hand in hand, Kendra and I will try anything that sounds interesting, some we like and others not so much. We keep the things we both like and toss the rest. Most importantly,...
In my experience, there are two kinds of stuck up people. There were people who were born with everything and never appreciated it. There were also people who were born with nothing, worked hard to get somewhere and resented everyone along the way for either not working hard enough or getting too much of a head start by comparison. I was definitely the latte...
Warning: This story does contain incest. If you are sensitive to this or in any way offended, this story would not be for you. ***** Author's Note: Readers, please see the appendix at the end. Thank you. ***** Scene 01—Kansas Being a model wasn't easy; not as much as some people might like to believe. Being a model in her mid-forties...that was an entir...
"Happy Fucking Birthday to me!" I thought to myself. If only I knew at that moment just how happy my fifty-second birthday was truly going to be. But as I took my regular afternoon jog through Meyer Park in the northwest suburbs of Houston, Texas; my mind was a swirling mess of self-pity, loneliness and sexual frustration. My husband and I had been divorced...
The LGBT Festival, nicknamed by attendees as the Pride Circus, was an array of lights and wonder against the backdrop of our sleepy city centre. Having grown up in such a small, underwhelming place, I'd never seen something quite like it past dark. The name 'circus' suited perfectly. It wasn't that the festival was a freak show. Rather, it was a welcoming en...
Blanche Monroe was the owner of Economy Furniture, a store located between two ghettos; the run-down part of the city where many of the low-income people lived, and the student ghetto which was rapidly becoming just as decrepit because it was primarily multi-family houses rented out by landlords who mostly cashed the checks and did the minimum of repairs nee...
When a woman finds herself married to an absolute wimp and isn't happy about it, the remedy might very well turn out to be a simple change in her own attitude...... * Well, better get on home and see what that wimp is up to this time. It was a most unwifelike thought and Jessica knew this, but that wasn't enough to keep her from thinking it. She and Robby...