I show up in high-waisted jeans and a cropped white blouse with a plunging neckline, an outfit designed to capitalize on my big, curvy body. She's already found us a place to sit, and she's bought coffees. When I get to the table, she gets up and gives me a hug. She looks hot. Zipper boots, high-waisted slacks that look painted onto her thickish legs, and...
She was a looker all right--fine coat, double breasted button-down pink blouse with black trim and with a knee length skirt that hugged her bottom-- and it was a bottom that deserved to be caressed. Long dark hair, fair skin, green eyes emphasized with perfect make up and lipstick the color of an oriental ruby. She was tall and firm on five inch heels and he...
I walk through the doors, dressed to the 9's and ready to kill. The music is slammin, huge speakers in every corner making the walls shake with each bump of the base. They got the music spinnin from the heavens like usual. The lights all neon, complete with that silly disco ball casting the rainbows and flashes of light through the near darkness. Smoke fille...
The bitch shot me. The Doppelgänger pulled me back into the car and drove me to safety where I could feed and heal. I battled conflicting venal regret and perplexing gladness at having left the mesmeric vampire gut-shot -- but alive -- on the side of the road. Never leaving a predator alive behind you is a pretty good universal precept of successful surv...
Chapter One: The Road from Innocence "Isn't it true, Ms. Crenshaw, that the defendant, Laura Wesson, was so obsessed with your lesbian relationship, that she wanted her husband out of the way at any cost?" "No," Julie said from the stand. "Wasn't she was so consumed with her perverted lust for you, that she would commit any act to get rid of him? Even mu...
(Warning. More femslash. Paris/Rory. The characters are not mine. They are the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino and belong to the WB and the CW. The story takes place after my story "The Morning After". These events take place however in the spring of the characters final year at Chilton. Since Rory's birthday is October 8th and Paris was born in December b...
It started long ago.. The love of one woman for another. A woman with long flowing dark hair, pretty ocean colored eyes. The face of an angel, the body of a pure goddess. The other woman quite smaller, but if she caught you off guard.. She was able to take you down. This woman, the goddess, long dark hair, long legs, a body that won't quit.. A killer smile....
Author's Note: The following is an interracial lesbian story. If you find this theme offensive, please find another story to enjoy. This is also my 2012 entry for the Literotica Nude Day contest; as always, please cast only one vote per reader, and comments are very much appreciated and enjoyed. I would also like to give a big thanks to BradBigBrain for edi...
Oh, the resilience of youth! If I'd had an orgasm as intense as the one Stephie just experienced, I would have been lost for the rest of the night. I fully expected Stephie to need a while to recover, but in the time it would have taken her to cool down after a long run, she grew restless in my arms. She lifted her head, searching for my mouth. Breathing h...
Chapter 1 – First Time Edited By Angel Love "Hey hun, I just pulled onto the street so I should be there in like two minutes." "All right, I can't wait to see you." "I know I'm so excited. I'll see you in a minute!" Emily hung up the phone and continued driving a half mile down the street where she then pulled into the L-Bar parking lot. After turning o...