Author: KyaKorday Category: Lesbian
It was our last summer before college and we all wanted to do something we could remember fondly. We were 18 and free, so my four best friends and I were going on a two-week camping trip into the Boundary Waters Canoe Area.
I knew we all looked like idiots as we were removing the two canoes from the top of the car, but we were having fun and that was all that mattered.
I should introduce us all before I continue: Jan Fossum was the cutesy one of our group. She thought that she was a dwarf at 5’2”, but everyone else regarded her as petite and adorable with cute, perky little breasts, blonde hair that bordered on being brown, with dark brown eyes. She was the kind of girl that everyone wanted to cuddle.
Christy Shaver was our mouthpiece. Whenever the rest of us were too afraid to stand up for ourselves, Christy would take charge and had the uncanny knack of saying exactly what we were all wishing we could say. She could have been a model, especially when she adopted her over-exaggerated, strut. The girl was 5’9”, willow-slim with shoulder length, auburn hair that swayed from side to side across sexy, high cheekbones. She looked as if she had stepped out of the pages of Vogue. Read the rest of this entry »
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Author: Sluttywhore Category: Discreet Hook-Ups
I’ve felt lonely lately. Every day the same routine - get up, go to work, come home, eat, go to bed. Ever since the “honeymoon” ended, we’ve been nothing short of roommates. We see each other every day but just as if we were nothing special to the other one. No sparks, no love, no… nothing. I’ve lied in bed comtemplating ways to leave, thinking about fantasies of finding someone else to runaway with, someone who would bring me back to life again. Our relationship is so dead.
As the alarm clock buzzes away, I wake up and sigh at another day, wondering if this one will somehow be better than the one before. I take my shower, rush out the door to get to work on time. Going about my usuals, checking the emails, opening the mail, printing the paperwork, etc.
“Excuse me,” a voice from around the corner asked. I looked up startled, usually it’s just me until around 9 or so. I’m always the first to get to work. I like it that way so no one can get in my way as I start my day. I looked up and laid my eyes on the most gorgeous guy I’ve seen in a while, aside from my husband. He was tall, very muscular, gorgeous brown eyes and a short spiked haircut, like the marines have. But what drew me in were his defined, sculpted arms. They were the kind that could pick you up and throw you around.
“Yes, may I help you?” I replied.
“Where can I find the air conditioning units, I’m here to fix the problem with one of the chillers?” he said. I opened my desk and pulled out the correct keys and told him that he would have to follow me to the stairwell. You have to go through the fire exits in order to go up the stairwell that leads to the penthouse that has the chillers in it. He followed behind me carrying his tool belt. We walked thru the store and I lead him to the fire exit. I disarmed the alarm and opened up the door, he followed me thru. I lead him up the steps to the roof top door, and then across the roof to the penthouse door. I unlocked the penthouse door, and turned on the lights. Inside the huge penthouse were the 3 big generators that kepted the utilities of the store afloat. I turned back to him and told him if he needed anything else that I would be back in my office. He nodded, and said, “Not everyday you’re in a generator room with a hot secretary.”
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Author: lonenut2000 Category: Lesbian
My name is Allison. After my high school graduation in Texas, I decided to attend college all the way up here in Oregon. It was a tough decision to leave my family behind in Texas, but I liked the college here and what it had to offer academically.
The first two years in Oregon were pretty uneventful for me in terms of romance. I dated a few guys, but none of them really seemed to peak my interest. I was bored. It got to the point where I was devoting most of my time to school studies and my job. I worked in a little gift shop during those days. Life had become pretty dull. Then I met Sarah.
I had a romantic “fling” with a girlfriend back in high school, but never really gave much thought to persuing another relationship with a female until Sarah came along. I do not know what it was that attracted me to her — when I saw her for the first time, I could not help but to think how beautiful and exquisite she was. Sarah, age 18 and a freshman, looked like she was right out of a fashion magazine. Long blonde hair, a million dollar face and smile, and the type of shapely, taut body that had all the guys on campus lusting after her. And some of the girls too — like myself.
I first saw Sarah during the morning of the first day of my Junior year. I was in a hurry so I couldn’t stop to introduce myself, though I wanted to — she was beautiful. But I saw her again, that same day, and then introduced myself. I tried to come across as a fellow female student just trying to make new friends on campus. Sarah, extremely receptive with a sweet personality, seemed eager to make new friends too. We hit it off great, quickly becoming the best of friends. I wanted us to be “breast” friends, though.
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Author: Kaithel Category: Romance
Continued…
Elsa couldn’t control her breathing. She felt like she was running a marathon, with her breath coming in quick gasps, with each delicate, tortuous swirl of Mark’s tongue. Suddenly, he took her entire nipple into his mouth at once, and she was overwhelmed by the steamy wetness of his mouth. At the exact same time, his callused hand found her other nipple, squeezing it hard. Almost in disbelief, she cried out loud, bucking her hips as a convulsive wave of pleasure began to sweep through her. And suddenly he was against her, his chest warm and crushed against hers, his cock rubbing between her thighs through the jeans, helping her finish. She staggered, unable to support herself as the sensation crested, and they slid to the carpet together. Shuddering, she whispered,
“See, I knew we’d be better off in here with the wall-to-wall carpet…”
Mark snorted in laughter, and reached over to kiss her. It was a good kiss, full on the lips, and the sound of their lips moving together was good, too. They stayed there like that, simply kissing, for a few minutes, while she came back to herself. His hands began roving again, this time not shy. They prowled over her breasts, fondling and rubbing the nipples, and Elsa’s body responded immediately. Her whole body was flushed. She could sense the urgency in his stroking hands, and she reached for him, pulling them closer together, and sliding her hand up under his shirt. His wiry frame felt just right under her small fingers, warm and smooth. She ran her hand up to his chest, feeling the soft hair there. She slid a fingertip over his nipple, and smiled into his kiss when his muscles tightened in response.
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Author: honeymuncher Category: Lesbian
We move in together. We work in different places, but at home we are really good friends. We socialize in similar groups, drink in mostly the same places - if we pull then we go our own ways, but if we don’t then we escort each other home, for safety reasons.
We dance together occasionally. I see myself as a little bit of a outdated older person. I guess I’m the loser she sees me as, but at the moment I’ve got little time or money to change my dress style and I’m a little downhearted after the way the last few years have changed me, not for the better either.
Anyway, now that I’m working and living with her, I’m feeling a lot better with myself and how my life is turning out. She is really good for my self esteem. I start buying clothes that make me look and feel better, my hair is being cut and styled how I want it to be done. I’m hoping she’ll see the changes and will approve of them a lot, maybe see me in a different light - someone that is attractive and fun to be around, not the loser she has known for over a year or so.
We go out and I’m dancing with this really hot girl her name is Jennifer. She is about 25 and works and lives locally. I’m kissing her on the dance floor and after a few minutes of kissing, I look around to see where Shelly is. She is looking at me in a funny way, as if she hasn’t seen me before. I go over and ask if she is okay. She clears her throat and says that she is fine, she was just confused about something. I hug her and say I’m there if she ever wants to talk. She hugs me back but says that what she is thinking would be weird to talk to me about. I say I’m going for a cigarette, if she wants to come and she comes along with me easily enough.
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Author: Kaithel Category: Romance
Elsa watched from across the empty dining room as Mark handed the last of the boxes to one of the movers. Within minutes, the truck had pulled away, and Mark and Elsa were alone on a warm Georgia evening. It was September, so the heat wasn’t unbearable, but after a day of packing and loading boxes, they were both sweaty and a little the worse for wear. The waning sunlight danced on the cherry hardwood in the foyer.
It wasn’t the fanciest house in the world; a small ranch on a quiet cul-de-sac. Really, it was scarcely different from many of the others they had looked at, but Elsa had been won over by the stained glass windows on either side of the front door. Delicate roses twisted and strained upwards on either side of the door, as if reaching towards the sun. But, it was something that personalized the house for Elsa, and now she sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor and looked at the glass. She closed her eyes, and a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. The house was no longer theirs.
It was a perfect storm, really. A sub-prime mortgage, followed by financial problems as the rate adjusted upwards. Then the restaurant had failed. Ah, that wound was still so fresh. The word “failed” still tasted so bitter! But that was it; the restaurant had failed, and the creditors had come like wolves, looking to tear a chunk of flesh from the rapidly dwindling kill. Somehow they had escaped without bankruptcy, but in just another two hours, they would have to hand over the keys to the house to a young couple with a baby. With the housing market in the dumps, they had sold at big loss to a couple who seemed to represent the limitless potential of the future. They’d already had their shot at a future, and come up empty. They had a big pile of debt, and a month-to-month lease on a tiny apartment in a seedy part of town to look forward to.
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Author: Priesty Category: Lesbian
Samantha amd I both worked for a large, well known super market chain. Whilst on a coffee break one morning, I happened to mention to Samantha that it had been several years since I had been away on holiday, and that this year I was determined to save up my money and go away somewhere even if it was only for a week. After 10 minutes of chatting and discussing where we would like to go, we both headed back to our jobs.
Me and Smiling Samantha. I call her ‘Smiling Samantha’ because when ever I see her, she has always got a big smile on her face. She positively beams.
Samantha is 5′ 5″ tall, with brown straight hair, hazel coloured eyes, and a lily white complexion. Her figure is slim, her breasts are not the biggest but pert. But her face… she is positively beautiful.
I myself am 5′ 7″ tall, slim build, blonde, 36C breasts, blue eyes, dark skin.
The following week, Samantha approached me and asked me if I was still interested on going on holiday
“I sure am,” I replied.
“Well, I may have a solution for you.”
“Ok!” I said. “What do you have in mind?”
“Well, my parents have an appartment in Spain and they have said if I want to use it I can. We would have to go in June, as my parents would be using it themselves in July and also renting it out over that period of time.
“Are you being serious?” I asked her. “I would love that.”
The rest of the day when we saw each other, all we did was talk about going on holiday.
It was April and I had 2 months to save up as much money I could. I worked extra shifts and longer hours frantically saving for this holiday. We booked our flights and soon the date arrived, June the 16th.
Sam’s parents dropped us both at the airport, we boarded the plane and were soon on our way to Spain.
On landing in Spain, we collected our Luggage and got into a taxi that dropped us at the villa at around 8 am.
The villa was beautiful - open planned, fully furnished, swimming pool, jacuzzi, indoor and outdoor showers, 3 bedrooms. We unpacked our cases and decided to go and do a little food shopping, buying some of the local wine and some other alcoholic drinks.
When we eventually finished, we decided to go for a swim and to do some well earned sunbathing. It was glorious, the sun beaming down on us, the peace and quiet, positively heavenly. Lying next to each other on our sunloungers, only feet away from the inviting swimming pool. Both of us were wearing only bikini bottom thongs, mine was turquoise and Sam’s was a lime green.
“Caroline (thats me),” asked Sam, “would you mind rubbing some suntan lotion on my back for me please? I don’t want to over do it, not with my pale skin.” she laughed.
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Author: HARDLOVER717 Category: Public Places
It’s Saturday night. You are on your way to a concert with your boyfriend. You’ve been dating for a few months now, and the relationship is beginning to grow sour.
The charming and attentive man he was is now fading, and he’s more into sports and his friends than paying attention to you. The attention he used to give you barely made up for the fact that he was lousy in bed… now, you are having to struggle to find a reason to stay in the relationship.
You enter the arena with him, find your way to the seat, and as you walk down your isle, you are walking towards me. I catch your eye immediately. I’m older, but not old, and sexy as hell. Wavy black hair, light brown eyes, well built - your heart leaps and you are not sure why.
Our eyes meet, as you walk over and sit down next to me. You are striking and you feel sexy. Black short skirt, white low cut top. You take off your black jacket and put it on your lap.
My hand is at my side, and it is pressing up against your side. Weird seats, but FUCK - I’m touching you and I don’t even know you! You find yourself daydreaming about me bending you over and fucking you, right there in front of everyone.
What do you do? How should you react? Should you move away from me… but you can’t. You are so fucking horny. It’s been forever since you’ve been fucked by anyone that knows what they are doing, and you just feel the sexuality emanating from me.
I’m with a beautiful woman and you begin to wonder if you are misinterpreting my violation of your personal space, but, fuck, you don’t really care. You need to feel me inside you tonight, and you are not going to fucking let anything get in your way - not your bf, not my date, not this concert or these 15k other people.
All your insecurities fly right out the window, when, after your bf has a few drinks, and is not paying much attention to you, I begin to move my hand up and down the outside of your thigh.
Holy shit! You are thinking. Is this really happening? This is so fucking erotic.
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Author: Bigniall Category: Lesbian
My story starts when I was just 18. I was drinking beer and vodka by now and went out with the girlfriends every weekend. We all got on so well together and boys were our target, but we rarely split the group to go home with them. Really we were out for a fun night and did not want to be distracted with going home with the boys. Anyway they all seemed so immature.
One weekend a new girl joined the group. She was a good friend of one of the girls, but had been away at boarding school for over 3 years. Tina was her name and she was lovely. I got on great with her and we clicked at first sight. She was a laugh, great fun and had me laughing all night, and drinking a lot. She was so pretty and looked very sexy. Many boys tried to talk to her.
Later when the bars closed, four of us went back to my house. My parents were away and did not mind me having girlfriends back, but were not too happy about bringing boys back, which we never did anyway. We sat around and had another beer and chatted and laughed. Then when it was very late, I showed the girls where they could sleep. The other 2 girls went to one twin room and I showed Tina to another room. A little later, Tina knocked on my door and asked if she could stay with me. I said great, as girls we often shared the bed and it was nothing new. My bed was a double bed and quite large and I offered Tina a night shirt.
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Author: TheOtherWoman Category: Public Places
After 11 years, my lover and I are still fucking at every opportunity we get. We’re both married now so we know how wrong it all is, but the fact that we are ‘just good friends’ in our partner’s eyes makes it so easy. Nothing bad is thought of it if we meet up for a ‘drink’ one evening. Even when we meet up as two couples we tease each other by squeezing each other’s knee or under a table reach out with a foot to feel the hot throbbing groin area of one another. Fine for me but could leave him with a ‘stiff’ situation.
God knows I’ve tried to put a stop to it on many occasions, but he knows I have a huge weak spot for him and he knows how to work it. His eyes and his smile are a large love net which I can’t help but be swept up in when I see him. Unintentionally, I find myself undressing him with my eyes, imagining his kisses all over my body and him fucking me stupid. Very weak willed, we end up shagging like rabbits, except I’m sure rabbits go home to their little bunny families and get to do that every day. We, however, live an hour and forty minutes apart which means we get to have the occasional affair when partners are away.
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