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The sun had been up for some hours before either of the girls woke up. They more or less slid into consciousness at the same time. Alice blinked owlishly through a tangled net of auburn strands, then squirmed up from her nest in Carys' arms. "Happy Christmas, sexy beast!" she giggled and bent towards the bigger girl....

The Scent of a Rose Pt. 02 Decisions
Prologue:
This new Billyslate Love Story is Pt 02 of a Slowburn Lesbian Romance Tale. The storyline is somewhat different than many of my Literotica Stories, not having small children as a primary theme throughout the tale.
However, this part has several active children as key figures....

Ambrosia was aware. She knew that her sentience was a gift of scientific brilliance, from the second they first powered her up in the factory. Her countenance, a carefully curated vision of young adult Asian perfection. Long dark hair and beautiful almond eyes, rose red lips. Her body, a technological marvel, humanlike skin, bundles of wires, hydraulics, plastic cover plates giving her an ultra-feminine figure....

This is slow-burn, multi-chapter lesbian D/s story with a 'psychological' focus. Later chapters will revolve around emotional manipulation and an increasingly toxic relationship. It's also a fantasy and should only be viewed a such. In real life, please practice only safe, sane and consensual BDSM.
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"We're going camping!" Sonya announced like it was the best thing ever. If you can't tell, my enthusiasm for camping is not the same as my blonde girlfriend. She grew up doing it; sleeping in tents on the ground and peeing outdoors and eating nasty camping food. I didn't. We had a ski boat and our idea of "roughing it" involved some pretty nice rented cabins with bathrooms and real beds and actual kitchens....

The first thing Natalie did was clear out the guest room closet. Not that it was overflowing--just a few suitcases, an old space heater, and a pile of boots she hadn't worn since before the divorce. But the act of folding, lifting, and tucking things away made it real. Her fingers paused on a soft knit throw, brushing it, unable to deny memories that came with it from her old home. A previous life....

Kayla handed Dani the hose. "You missed a whole streak of bird shit on the back."
"Did I?" Dani squinted at the boot door. "Maybe you just don't understand art."
Kayla flicked a spongeful of soapy water at her. Dani yelped and ducked behind the open car door.
"Kayla!" she laughed, holding the hose as a belated, useless shield. "Now I'm all wet."...

** This is my 100th story on Literotica. it's a major milestone, but I don't intend to stop here. Let's go for 200.**
This is the 3rd part of a story which continues Chloe's timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," and "Chloe Rides Again." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you probably need to have read the other series' first....

Beyond the Palace
by Davina Lee
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Author's Note
In the previous chapter, Matoaka, though not quite ready in the eyes of her girlfriend Chihiro, was allowed to accompany the shrine maidens on a mission to rescue a young runaway from The Palace. Matoaka handled herself with aplomb and delivered the girl safely to her new home among The People....

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I read all comments and appreciate feedback.
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Jo stirred a simmering pot of pasta, the scent of garlic and crushed tomatoes filling up the house. The only sounds were the soft music from the bluetooth speaker, the occasional clink of metal against the pot, and the faint thud-thud-thud of a tail against the laundry door--Celina's mother's dog, Kenny, w...

1. The Beginning
I ran my fingers down the smooth, tight skin of my abdomen.
"You are so fucking sexy," Jade bit her lower lip as she spoke.
She was sitting stoically in the black leather chair in my home office.
Luckily, my husband wouldn't be home for hours.
"You like looking at my body?" I giggled....

So...
I have/had a friend who lives in Greater London in the UK. While we are both from the Eastern US, we went in different directions (literally!) after college. We were a vanilla item in the past, with her out and me not. Neither of us had much in common at the time both in our personalities and political and professional outlooks. In a way that is increasingly uncommon now, however, we could have big disagreements regarding political and social issues while enjoying coffee and lighter chatter. Weirdl...

Hana Yoon sat nervously in the studio waiting room, tugging one or the other of her ponytails out of habit. Her hair dyed a darker shade of pink. Black capri's, white tanktop, patent leather shoes and knee socks, showing off her perfectly curated curves and allowing her to dance like a ballerina. She felt the audition had gone well. Then again, she always thought the auditions went well. This was the third one for this group....

Savanah woke up from the sun rays hitting her eyes. She stretched out on the bed like a cat. She lay in bed for a few more minutes, enjoying the comfort and thoughts that she didn't have to run to work, didn't have to think about where to get money, and a bunch of other problems. Remembering yesterday, Savanah smiled and lazily got out of bed. Going to the toilet, she found the slave on the rug near the toilet. She was curled up and asleep, the pink crystal of the anal plug sparkled between her skinny butto...

Detective Inspector Marie Daykin is a member of the Public Protection Unit for Devon and Cornwall police. The unit is based at the Barnstaple police station in Devon. As a Detective Inspector, or DI Marie was a plain clothes officer and usually wore smart suits and blouses, rather than the standard uniform that regular police constables wore....

Minarin and I shared the same birthday, went to the same school, were in the same classes. We were best friends, but in an odd couple sort of way. Minarin had blossomed early in high school and I had not. Just a week or so after our eighteenth birthday, she was laying across my bed. We were studying for the biology final exam....

*Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck,*
I nearly face planted as I sprinted across the room, damn near tripping over the piles of laundry that I had been neglecting in my rush to grab the mica powder from my other-other craft table.
I snatched up the little jar and leapt across the room with all the grace of a rhino on roller-skates. I literally skidded to a halt, my tail acting as a counter-balance to keep me from toppling over, then opened the dark emerald green bottle and adding a bit into the contai...

Beth Alric was a famous photographer, her works blessed the covers of magazines, and she had countless successful exhibits every year. As an aspiring model who was fairly new to the industry, i was surprised when my agent called me and let me know that Beth Aldric had requested an all day shoot with me, to test our compatibility, and hoped to schedule several following shoots over the next few months....

Just as a side note, this is a spin-off of a side story in my Friends series. There is no need to read any of that. This story is fully independent. But if anyone wants to read a description of the opening phone call from Michelle's side, it happens in my story Lisa's Game.

Warning, this story does contain a suicide....

23 April is St George's Day. He is the Patron Saint of England and allegedly killed a dragon. It is probable that St George was not even English, and whether he slew a dragon is a moot point. More likely, the tale is allegorical. Dragon-killing features in the tales of many countries and religions, and I thought that I would do my own spin on the tale. I've tried before to write 750 words and failed, but this time, I have managed to write exactly 750 words! Please enjoy, and let me know what you think. I we...

Savanah was driving her old Toyota. "Damn, why didn't I take that bitch's car? She definitely has something good in the garage. Oh well, I'll take it next time. It's not surprising that I didn't think of it. I have so many thoughts in my head, so much to do. So, in order: I need to go to my apartment and get some things for the first time, and definitely some toys to bring this newly-minted slave to humility, because there's such rage shining in her eyes, she hasn't humbled herself and won't humble herself ...

Hello everyone. I'm Aida, 31 years old, married, tall and beautiful blonde. My neighbor and best friend is Zelda, 27 years old, married for a year.
We developed a great friendship and total complicity not only because we live next door to each other, our backyards are connected, so we are always seeing each other and talking....

"Pass those chips my way," I said, gesturing to the bag next to Grace.
She lackadaisically picked them up and handed them over to me without taking her eyes off my laptop screen. It was a Tuesday night in my dorm room and we were hanging out together, as we often did. It was well into our first year of university. We were lucky enough to get single-occupancy rooms in our residence; despite that, we had established a pattern of spending most nights in each other's rooms....

I had a few readers reach out, wanting another story with Eva and Jane and couldn't resist. I thought it would be fun to see a piece of their twisted little happily ever after. Thank you all for commenting, liking, and writing to me. I hope this is a satisfying ending (for now)!
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Eva Wilson thrust her pompoms in the air, her smile wide. Her long, blonde ponytail bounced against her back as she danced alongside her fellow cheerleaders, jumping and shouting in the afternoon sun....

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.
"Stop moving slut!" Maddie grunted as a trickle of sweat ran down her back.
"Yes, sorry Mistress." Hermione whispered underneath her.
Maddie's fingers dug into Hermione's big, soft tits. The older slut was wearing Maddie's strap on, but Maddie made it clear that she would not be fucking her Mistress. Instead, Maddie was grinding on top of her pet with the thick, long strap on deep inside her younger pussy....

This is my first attempt at writing and im trying to see if i can write a book with some female sex scenarios where it is not just smut. this is a part of the book. any feedback, especially from any female readers, will be appreciated.
After a few minutes of walking, I asked 'How far are we going?'...

"Do you think this fits me well?" I asked as I stepped out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom. My dear coworker sat at my vanity stool. She had her arms crossed over her chest, giving me a thoughtful look over. Marguerite was by far the most stylish person that could help me get ready for this so-called date that I had this upcoming week. Wearing a casual peach colored blazer suit, she accented it with gold bracelets, matching cream pearl necklace and earrings, finishing it off with white kitten heels...

Something before you read: my native language is Russian, this story is written by me in Russian and translated by google translate and edited by me. something might be lost in translation, so please don't judge to harsh.
Lisa woke up at 10 am. She stretched out on her bed and turned away from the window, from which the bright sunlight was pouring. "Damn, I didn't draw the curtains yesterday," she thought, "what time did I get back from the club last night? After two in the morning, that's for sure." She...

My 45th birthday was on Sunday morning. Middle age had set in, and as old as I felt, I also felt alive and free. I was maturing and discovering life again with my beautiful fiancée. I was absolutely enthralled with my life, my sexuality, and being in a lesbian relationship. I knew where I was and who I was with. This wasn't just a phase or a trial-and-error experience. There was no turning back. I had decided to move forward with Amber and be with her for the rest of my life. To lay next to a woman every ni...

June 2, 2029.
Nyack, New York.
A kitchen full of light.
The windows are thrown open. The river shimmers. A storm passed through earlier, so the air is sweet--wet asphalt and honeysuckle.
Vee is barefoot. Like always, Elle's in one of Vee's old Columbia sweatshirts that falls halfway to her knees. There's pancake batter on the stovetop and something burning in the oven, but neither of them care....