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I might have figured out what made "Take Me to Church" so popular. Here's more of that same dynamic with new women. College girls. 18+. Might be right... who fuckin' knows? Positive response might get more Karen and Emily down the road.
Emily?
Oh, this girl thrives on the teasing. She loves the way her cheer captain looms over her, arms crossed under those heavy tits, smirking as she looks her up and down....

The Cruise Companion - Tasha - Part I


Tasha needs a cruise companion


By Aoife

A/N - This chapter is specifically dedicated to my friend and editor NICOLE2023. I didn't allow her to see it in advance as she has in my previous stories. She inspired me to add this chapter to the series....

Jessica sat in the parking lot, her jet black hair pushed from her face, looking over herself in the car mirror, "Not too shabby for an over 40 woman if I do say so myself. It must be that Asian half of me that keeps me young. She checked her scrubs and gave her breast a bit of a jostle. "Everything is looking good and bouncy." She smiled....

Mother's best friend is a lesbian
Seduced
Robin was really a cute guy and I got on really well with him. He took care of me, studied with me and carried me on his hands. He could be affectionate and super funny, and we spent a lot of time together during the summer semester. We both studied pedagogy in the same year and saw each other almost every day. Sometimes he stayed overnight with me in my little one-room apartment because he lived with two friends in a shared apartment and I didn't want to spen...

Beyond the Palace
by Davina Lee
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Author's Note
The previous chapter ended with Matoaka waking to the howling cry of her wolf mother and the sound of horses hooves in the distance. When she sat up, she discovered her shrine maiden girlfriend Chihiro had slipped out and no longer shared their bed....

The Cruise Companion - Tasha - Part II


Tasha's cruise companion, Mama Bear


By Aoife

A/N - This chapter is specifically dedicated to my friend and editor NICOLE2023. I didn't allow her to see it in advance as she has in my previous stories. She inspired me to add this chapter to the series....

Tessa, Slave for the Summer
A La Chatte Heureuse (The Happy Pussy) story.
Foreword: La Chatte Heureuse is an exclusive lesbian club located in an old mansion on a remote island in the middle of a lake. The complex consists of a recently refurbished mansion and a collection of one and two storey annexes. Members and staff of the club belong to one of three castes -- Mistresses, Ladies and Slaves. Each caste has its own privileges, dress-code and rules. Members of the Slave caste choose to stay on the i...

Élise and Amalia are 18, okay?
The theater is vast, the air thick with expectation, with the collective breath of an audience held in anticipation. Élise does not see them. She never does.
She sees her.
Amalia moves like water, her limbs unfolding with an elegance that is too sharp, too precise to be soft, and yet--it is. She is. The clean line of her neck as she turns, the impossible lift of her chin, the tension in her spine, the perfect, devastating curve of her arch as she extends one leg behin...

I pray my husband never finds this, but I needed to tell someone. My mind and heart have been imploding on themselves, but I have no idea what to do to alleviate some of this stress.
It was six months ago when our new neighbor, Alondra, moved in next door. She had just divorced her husband after 5 years and needed a fresh start. At first, we would only see each other as we walked from our front doors to our cars but never had a full conversation. But when my husband, Chris, received a promotion at work, ...

"Everyone always makes assumptions when they look at me, but, um, I'm submissive," Charissa Faraday said with a shrug. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and muscular, self-professed black lesbian stud looked at the Doctor and waited. Dr. Meredith Whiteside jotted down notes on her notepad and smiled faintly. Inside the psychiatrist office, located in downtown Toronto, Ontario, a heavy silence reigned. What's going on here?...

All characters are 18+, and if things like lesbian sex, first-time, sexual name-calling, student-teacher, light dom/sub or historical settings aren't your cup of tea then this isn't the story for you.
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"Oh ma'am, please, no! I promise not to do it again...!"...

Copyright © March 2025 by CiaoSteve
CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons....

51 The Adult Store
Monday morning we had breakfast quite late and after a shower we got dressed to go to the Adult Store. We both wore black leggings and a blouse underneath our thick coats.
We parked up and walked in. A few couples and a few single men were browsing all kinds of goods in the different aisles. We went straight to the aisle with the sexy outfits....

April 6th, 2038
Bridgette does not pace. She is not a pacer. She is a scientist, a mathematician, and an astrophysicist. She does not fidget, does not waste energy on unnecessary movement, does not waste words on things that do not require saying.
And yet, she is pacing. She is messing with her long ponytail, combing it out with her fingers....

"Why do you want to see me with another woman?" I asked.
"Dunno really but it would turn me on so much," he replied cupping my naked, D cup breasts and pinching one of my nipples.
"Pass me my glasses please?" I asked. Without them I was almost blind and I wanted to look at his hands on my body as I went on, "But why with a woman, I've told you that I am just into men," I blatantly lied as in the past year I had been quite active with women....

2025
Adelina's standing there in Germantown, hands shoved into the pockets of her too-thin hoodie, reading the inscription on the Pastorius Monument like it's gonna tell her something she doesn't already know. The stone's old, carved deep with names, and the wind cuts through the park, rattling the half-dead leaves still clinging to the branches....

You're wandering a labyrinth. You got separated from your party of adventurers and have been trying to find them again. You've fallen through two floors and know you aren't even on the same level as them anymore. You came here together to find the treasure hidden within, but the maze is so expansive that you had decided to turn around by yourself before you got lost. For all you know your friends have found the treasure and left the dungeon and you'll be stuck down here until you die and rot. You find a gia...

Many of the events in this story were real, but to be honest, I certainly embellished it and added details that excite me more. And I want to apologize in advance, English is not my native language.
The gray mouse. (Part number 4)
A whole week of freedom and perversion vacations. Until recently, I never dreamed of such a thing, but my humble neighbor opened up a whole new world for me. She might be older and not the prettiest, but her knowledge of perversion simply knew no bounds....

I wrote two versions of this same story for whichever lights your fire. The first is Woman Writing for Women Erotica, the second is more porn. Just skip ahead to the **ALL CAPS** title you prefer. At the end of of each story is the opportunity for you to choose the direction the story takes. Choose wisely....

This series is a sequel to the earlier work "Riding With Dirty Girls." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but to fully enjoy the story you really need to read Dirty Girls first.
This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun if it were?...

49 Bad news for Caren
Tuesday morning I was busy translating a product manual, while Caren was at work, when I got an email in my inbox. I opened it and read it. It said that next Monday and Tuesday I had to attend a workshop in the Company's HQ.
They were introducing a new Intranet System in their network and all members of office staff were required to attend. I was shattered to bits....

My desk is right next to the coffee machine and the walls are pretty thin, so I overhear a lot of so-called private conversations, like it or not. I have to put on my headphones and listen to music if I don't want my concentration to suffer. As the person responsible for interns, there are things I'd rather not know. I am young to have this responsibility, and I am very conscious that there are some who think that, despite my qualifications and my competence, I was hired primarily because I am a woman, and ...

As they drove home from the yoga studio, Lissa told Carla and Annabel that she'd had a "moment of clarity" during the class and made a big decision: She was heading home to Wisconsin, moving back in with her parents, maybe going back to school. Looking out the window as the landscape of Los Angeles rolled by she said, "I don't belong here."...

Nichola lifts one eyebrow skeptically, glancing between Melanie's thoroughly fucked body and her declaration to leave.
"You think you should head home? Melanie you can barely walk. Look at yourself. I'm pretty sure my bed has ruined your legs permanently."
She chuckles, propping herself up on one elbow to eye Melanie teasingly. "Stay the night. Unless you wanna explain to people why you're limping like you rode a horse backwards."...

The school quarters were quite early in the morning on just another warm day in the southern part of India.
Ananya, who was twenty three years old, woke up when the clock ticked six in the morning and stretched her arms above her head as her knee length nighty slipped off one of her shoulders a little and revealed a bit of her toned smooth thighs....

The members of the symphony were pretty stable. I mean it seemed like once a person was accepted into the group they stayed. I learned that some had been playing for over 13 years. So, it was a complete surprise following our recent performance as we gathered for our first rehearsal when Maestro Skyler announced to the group that Mrs. Livingston, a lady in the woodwind section who played the oboe, was retiring after 15 years and that our next performance would be her last....

Business Sense

Chapter 3 - Confession
I hadn't set an alarm, so I had no idea what time it was when I next awoke. Checking my phone, I found that it was still early, but late enough to be worth brewing coffee.
While the coffee machine was bubbling, I sauteed mushrooms in olive oil. Half were for my avocado mushroom toast, but the other half were for Jenna. I'd told her I'd be willing to cook her an omelette. It had been a long time since I'd made one, but I could remember how. She'd brought a b...

Morgan - Spring Break 2025
"You have your passport and sunscreen, right?" Ava asked for what had to be the forty-fifth time this morning as she paced around the hotel room.
"Of course." Morgan rolled her eyes and showed off her passport. "It's adorable how flustered you get on vacation." She shook her head at her sister....

This story has already been published elsewhere. It has been re-edited.
This is another long and slow-burning tale. If you expect torrid love scenes from page one, you will be disappointed.
This is about seduction more than sex, but it is about sex too.
Cinderella
One
It was a nondescript day when I went to the nondescript cafeteria of the hospital where I work to have a nondescript lunch, and... there she was. A new waitress, about 5'9" or 5'10", lean, very small tits (my guess, 36A), but a ...

This can be read as a stand-alone story or a part two companion to "The 3 of Us"
Lucia was unique, to look at her you were not sure of her gender. Her black hair was spiky, short, full and her eyes were just as dark--a tall thin frame dressed in men's clothing that always fit perfectly. She would usually put moisturizer and mascara on her olive skin unless there were women to impress. Thanksgiving in Chicago with friends and family was a day to impress a woman named Gwen....