Marcy had auditioned to dance at the Brass Pole a few months after the amputation of her left leg, and Candice had agreed she could have a month to show she could find an audience. After practicing and trying to develop new routines she realized it just wasn't possible to be as erotic and fluid as before the amputation. "Candice, I'm sorry," Marcy said. "I...
"Mind the closing doors, please." Paul can't help but sneak furtive glances at the woman seated opposite. As the travelling lemmings in the swaying carriage stay buried in their newspapers or stare catatonically into space she glances up, catches his eye and favours him with a lovely smile. "Mind the gap." He'd first seen her 15 minutes earlier boarding th...
The first of my ferry-tales narrated a long-ago experience, my sexual imitation of an innocent young man on his way to his wedding. The second ferry-tale relayed another sort of initiation, that of a middle-aged woman having sex for the first time with a transsexual. Now I'm going to try and represent a lesbian encounter, over a decade ago, between my friend...
Ondrea snapped her head up and stared at the wide open door. "Ever heard of knocking, Franca?" "Ever heard of locking the door?" She gave an appreciative whistle, "Nice undies by the way, very sex goddess." Rea threw a pillow at her friend who dodged it and plopped down laughing on the bed. "I wanted to see if you were ready, but apparently not." "I w...
I thought the Ferry Tales were finished. Then I had an email from Pushpa, which, by luck, found me in Spain, working in one of the advanced English language courses I participate in. Pushpa and I keep in touch, in case we can coincide in space and time, and yet again gratify each other. I had relayed her account of the week with Alex and Sasha (Chapter 6), a...
There are many groupings of three powerful women throughout mythology, literature and art, and for good reasons. Close your eyes and think about the women who define you. There's the woman who gave life to you. And the woman you love. And finally, the woman who gives you that last embrace as you tumble into the womb of forever nothing. The three young women...
Disclaimer/note: Characters and setting are property of Team Ninja. This fictional story is based on Dead or Alive Xtreme 2. The story features lesbian relationships: and some days (i.e. chapters) also feature violence or offensive language. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough. ***** -Morning of Day Fourteen- I was really sore and a little disor...
Please note: this story will make much more sense if you read the earlier chapters! * Kate lay on her bed, unable to sleep, her mind racing. She was excited, nervous, confused.. In fact, a whole range of mixed emotions. Earlier that day she had said her goodbyes to her husband Ed and swapped ships to a new cruise liner, along with her new work colleagues...
It had been a long day. There had been beach walks, massages, little presents and huge feasts. A bonfire birthday party and the perfect raw chocolate birthday cake. All in all, we had done a decent job of making Bea's birthday something special but the night wasn't over yet. We had a plan, we had goals, we were going to make this a night worth remembering!...
Helen's Slave Ch. 3--Painslut *If you are offended by lesbian sex or power games, please do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy.* "Come here you slut. Come to my office now!" "But Mistress, I'm at work." "What is the rule then slut?" "I...I have 15 minutes to answer your call Mistress. I have to go anywhere you command me at any time you want." "Are...