As Wanda Catron drove home that Sunday morning, she was a very confused woman. Her emotions were pulling at her, her mind was in turmoil as it thought about the events of the day, and she really needed someone to talk to. The problem was, the one who threw her mind into turmoil was her best friend and lover. Wanda had been seeing her former high school Engl...
Private journal of Anna Volakas Monday 22nd September, 2014 I feel strange writing this down. No, not strange ... guilty. I don't know why I feel that way, because it doesn't make sense; but I do know what's causing it and maybe if I put it on paper then it won't be in my head any more. Then maybe I can sleep again at night. Let the damn paper feel guilty....
(After a six months silence, I assumed I would never hear from Dee again. Then, one morning I opened my mail box and found this! I couldn't believe my eyes!) Sarah, I read many of your stories this week, alone in my hotel room during a training course. I had been so proud of myself, I managed to stop the most amazing sexy time I'd ever had, my career was...
This is the 3rd, and concluding, Chapter to First Time female Encounter. It can read on it's own but it would be great if you could read the previous two first, get to know the character s and background before reading this. -------------------------------------------------- Tammy blindly reached out her hand behind her as she walked down the aisle. Sara...
This story series, beginning with "A Surprising First," is working its way toward a group sex ending. If you're looking for a simple gay or lesbian sex story you can read only the ones that suit your preference. If you're adventuresome and open to an "anything goes" group sex encounter then I suggest you start at the beginning and read all of them, then stay...
Foreword Hello again it's me, the young lady masquerading as "Helen X", back with another yarn. Anyone who missed my previous kiss-and-tell confession might very well be wondering "Who the hell is this?" so here's a bit of background. These days I'm pushing thirty but my story is set back in late 2008, when I was in the sixth form of a school that will rem...
I Opened Her Diary and Read It; Don't Judge Me; You Don't Know the Story Yet... Part 1 She arrived late, the back of her hand pushing back an unruly lock of hair, while the other juggled books stacked precariously atop her laptop. I watched—amused—as she sunk into the only chair left in the room that had long ago lost its spring. It was avoided at all cost...
I was lying down, somewhere between asleep and awake, waiting for you to come to bed. The book I'd been reading was resting beside me, when at last you walked in the room. I smiled, ready to cuddle with you, breathe in your scent and drift off together and opened my arms for you. I don't know what it was, but something was different in your gaze as you appro...
"On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross 'Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown" George Bennard ** Monday, 14...
Hi!! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know; I suck. This is a long time coming. In my defense, I had an original ending when I posted chapter 3 of Kismet Encounter but wanted it to be so much more. It deserved to be better. So, while trying to somehow better the ending, I decided I wanted to completely rewrite the story. Funny, in hindsight, funny and dumb. I got distr...