GREAT HALLOWEEN GIFTS FOR THAT SPECIAL NAUGHTY WITCH IN YOUR LIFE

PART I

Belle pulled the cape tightly around her as she made her way carefully down the cobblestone path lit eerily by the new moon. Cool November night air whipped at her fine sable skirts and long golden hair, the earthy scents of the forest teasing her nostrils.

She glanced once behind her at the dominating presence of the wooden towers of Owin Castle. Light from candles flickered in every window, guiding home the restless spirits who had passed into the otherworld during the long year. Behind one of those windows sat her husband of two months, deep in his drunken stupor. For the moment she would be forgotten, yet all too soon he would impose himself into her bed chamber.

Silently she made her way through the village. It was deathly still and deserted, the shutters pulled tight. Muslin wrapped bannock, a skillet bread, was left in offering for the dead returning to visit their kin. She felt isolated, alone. She had never left the castle without an escort, and never at night. But it was Samhain, when all things begin and end in darkness. No villager would leave the safety and warmth of their hearth on this eve, when the veils between the worlds was at its thinnest.

Belle did not believe in darkly things, or if she did, she doubted it could rival what came to her bed chamber each eve. Her husband’s lust for her was frightening. Obsessive. She lay still beneath him, yielding to him what was his right. Every time he took her, he sought to beget his child on her. And each time she prayed his seed did not flower in her womb, for surely that would bind her to him more than mortal vows ever could?

The hut she sought was apart from the village, nestled on the edge of the forest. As she moved toward it, her heart began to race. Maids spoke in hushed tones of the strange sounds and scents emanating from this hut, of the shadowed bodies coming and going during the night. Of pagan rites and witches.

Light flickered beneath the wooden door, as if beckoning her. No offerings laid before the door, no candles burning in the windows. Were the whispers true?

As she tapped tentatively on the wood, the door swung open beneath the force of her knuckles. Warm laughter teased her senses and drew her through the door. Two woman knelt on a rich rug spread across the wooden floor, yet her eyes were drawn to the one standing in their midst’s, her dark wine red hair spilling down her back and brushing against the creamy heart-shaped bottom, her pale arms upraised toward the heavens.

A gust of wind swirled around her ankles and slammed the door home with a crash. Yet she could not move. Her golden eyes were drawn to the woman turning toward her. Belle’s gaze moved over the lush breasts with their large pink nipples, the soft curve of hips and thighs with a tangle of red curls at their apex. The woman’s pale skin gleamed as though moonlight danced beneath her skin, and her fingers itched to touch her. As her gaze lifted to the triangular face with its strange beauty, she was mesmerized by eyes as dark as the midnight sky and glinting with jeweled stars.

The smoky scent of incense curled about her, filling the small hut with a dreamlike quality as the silence stretched.

“Leave us,” the woman spoke softly, the husky tones sending a shiver down Belle’s spine. The pair rose and slipped behind the small curtained alcove as the woman slipped a silver wrap over her nakedness. Belle suspected this act was more for Belle’s sensibilities than any embarrassment on the woman’s part.

Belle stood silently as the woman approached her, the silvery cloth shifting against her pale skin. Belle offered no resistance as long fingers untied the ribbons at her throat and parted her cloak, letting it fall to the ground to reveal the simple gown beneath that clung to her small high breasts and tiny waist. They two were of the same height, yet the woman made her feel tiny in her presence. Goose pimples raced along her skin as fingers slid warmly along her cheekbones and into the tumbled golden locks above her pink ears, drawing back the fine shawl wrapped around her face and hair. The shawl slithered to the floor in a pool at their feet.

“The whispers of your beauty are true.” It was stated factually, without admiration or envy, and for that Belle was thankful. She sought this woman’s help, and did not want her hatred. “They say the old men of the village weep as you walk by.”

“Merely from the dust stirred up by my boots,” Belle replied equally lightly. She was drawn to the shadowy V between the lush breasts, yet forced her eyes to remain on the strange, intense face.

An eyebrow quirked, a glint of humor in those all seeing midnight eyes. “You may join us, or not.” The woman shrugged.

Belle was surprised at the rush of longing that filled her at the woman’s invitation. “I can’t, I’ll soon be missed. I only came…” Her golden eyes rested hesitantly on the curtained alcove.

“There should be no secrets among women.” The woman turned, and stepped over several candles as she moved toward a low table upon which rested an intricately carved wooden chest. The woman lovingly touched its lid before flicking a seeking glance at Belle.

A delicate blush bloomed in Belle’s cheeks. “I sought a draught to aid sleep. I-”

“Say no more, lest the darkness carry tales.” Her blush deepened at the amusement in the woman’s voice. “Your husband’s affection is well known among the village keep.”

“You mistake me-”

“Do I? What a shame.”

Belle did not know how to answer. The woman withdrew a delicate bottle with a stopper, its frosted blown glass intricately woven with fiery colors. The woman crossed to stand before her. “This is a special potion. It is to be smeared upon your breasts or neck or even lips if you are careful. As soon as one tastes it, sleep comes almost instantly.”

Belle accepted the bottle, feeling a tingle as warm fingers brushed against hers. Unable to meet the woman’s eyes, she lightly traced the whorls on the bottle. It was strangely difficult to lie to her.

“Thank you,” she said softly. She did not need to ask if the secrets on this Samhain eve would be kept. Her trust of this woman was instinctive.

“There is something I ask of you in return.”

“Anything within my power,” Belle replied without hesitation.

“That you enjoy our festivities on Samhain night.”

“I –” the thought of her husband flashed through her mind, of the jealousy and suspicion twisting the handsome features at not finding her waiting. “Yes.”

The woman smiled, a seductive, luring smile that teased at Belle’s senses.

“Evlyn, Tess, come see to your mistress.” The two women stirred from behind the curtain, their glowing faces flushed.

“Your name?” Belle asked after her.

“I am Selene,” the woman said over her shoulder. Her hips swayed beneath the silvery cloth with each step.

Selene. Goddess of the moon. It fit, Belle mused. Then caught her breath as the woman let the wrap slide from her body. She was lush and womanly, vastly different from the willowy curves of Belle’s pale gold body.

Evlyn and Tess stepped easily from their gowns and knelt on the floor. The women were a contract to each other, Tess possessed a youthful earthiness whereas Evlyn held a more mature and subtle grace.

The three women knelt naked around a circle marked in precious salt. Witches. Belle had heard many tales of witches and broomsticks, of flying above villages with blood curdling cries as Samhain reached its zenith. Her sisters and she would huddle beneath bed covers to hide the glow of the candle as one by one they would make up stories more terrifying than the last. Yet this was no tale. These woman possessed an aura, a feminine knowledge that defied the authority of men.

Of their own accord her shaky fingers slowly untied the ribbons of her bodice. Belle wanted this. Wanted a taste of the forbidden, to escape her isolated world. To explore possibilities on an eve when darkness and light entwined at summer’s end.

She drew the silver combs from her golden tresses, letting them tumble heavily over her shoulders and catch the firelight. Head lowered, she slowly eased her gown down her arms to reveal her tiny mounds with their rosy crowns. The material slipped down over her hips to pool at her feet with the hush of fine cloth. Her shift soon followed before she crossed to kneel at the edge of the circle, blushing to the tips of her breasts beneath the intensity of their eyes. Belle was long used to the gazes of others, but this was different. They asked of her nothing, demanded nothing, simply acknowledged her for who she was.

Candles surrounded them; on tables, chairs, nooks, the wooden floor. The hut, though small, was a cozy sanctuary of exotic scents, luxurious fabrics and dark wood. Taking a deep breath, her lashes fluttered closed as she drew in the exotic incense. It felt as though whispering darkness coiled itself around her, sinking into her blood.

“Drink,” Selene murmured, pressing a goblet into her hands. Belle gazed down into the dark depths before raising it to her parted lips. The heady wine flowed easily over her tongue, tingling all the way to her belly. The goblet was filled from a skin, and passed around the circle many times as the candles flickered and burned.

Only mildly shocked as Evlyn and Tess kissed greedily, Belle laughed for the sheer joy of laughing. Her young body felt heavy and languid. Her nipples ached and a pulsing warmth thrummed between her thighs.

From somewhere appeared pots of oils in ruby, brown and gold. The women surrounded her, their feminine scent seductively sweet. Fingers dipped into the pots and drew swirling patterns over Belle’s soft skin of her shoulders and throat. She gathered up her silky strands in a pile atop her head, allowing the hands to roam freely over her body. Fiery heat swirled low in her belly as fingers traced tantalizing patterns over her breasts and belly. Soft moans escaped her as they explored her body, the oils warming on her flesh.

Her drowsy mind wandered as they eased her onto her back in the center of the circle, her golden mane a pool beneath her. Fingers moved over her hips, belly and thighs. Teasing, caressing, tormenting. But never touching the aching core of her.

She offered no resistance as they eased her feet wide. The fingers of her right hand were curled around a witch’s broom, and she clutched it for dear life. Blood pounded in her ears, her breathing came in small pants. Hands massaged the oils into her body, slippery against her wanton flesh.

“Hollantide Oiche Shamhna Samhain,” the voices chanted in ancient Gaelic, over and over as Belle felt herself soar.

Hands tugged and tweaked her tight nipples, molded the firm peaks. Fingers swept down over her belly and thighs, achingly close to the melting core of her. Her heart felt as though it would escape from her chest, her skin felt afire. The small hut whirled and disappeared to reveal a dark inky sky blazoning with stars. “I’m flying” she whispered, before darkness stole over her.

She woke sprawled before the hearth, wrapped in soft fur. She rolled onto her back, her eyes widening as they locked with midnight blue ones. Selene lay alongside of her, her head propped up on her hand. This close she could see the dusting of freckles across Selene’s nose. Belle ached to explore them with her tongue.

Her heart began to race as Selene leaned close, her breath warming Belle’s face. Soft lips brushed hers, then again. Gently they settled against Belle’s, unmoving. Moments passed before Belle’s sighed, tentatively kissing Selene.

They lay side by side for an age, exchanging soft caresses with their lips and tongues. Seeking, exploring. Their lips clung, melded.

“I never knew,” Belle breathed, reaching up to brush back a red curl, “that another’s touch could be so gentle.” Belle stilled. Culain. “I must leave.”

She rose gracefully to her feet and swiftly found her shift and gown. There was nothing to be done about the scented oils rubbed into her flesh. She dressed beneath watchful eyes, unable to look upon the silent woman.

She gathered her cloak around her and collected the fragile bottle. She paused at the door, looking back upon the woman sprawled naked on the furs, the dark red hair vibrant against her pale skin. “I must go.”

Selene smiled slightly, running her fingers over her breast temptingly. Belle turned and stepped out into the frigid night air, the darkness enveloping her.

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PART 1

“Do I have to wear this G string? I’m going to show my butt to everyone, whenever I take a step?” I said to myself. ‘No, it’s time to be really naughty.’ I thought to myself ‘No G-String!’

Checking myself in the mirror, I thought I looked good enough to eat. Which I hoped beyond hope that Blake would do before the night came to an end. The thought of her made me start feeling hot again, so I tried to focus on the costume

When I was a kid, I never used to be nervous at Halloween. It was always a lot of fun to dress up and walk from house to house, playing little pranks and filling my bags with candy. But that was years ago.
This Halloween, I had all the reasons in the world to be nervous. I was risking more than just coming home with an empty candy bag. More than just getting scared by some neighbor’s seasonal japes. I was putting my life on the line.

The costume lay on my bed, neatly folded on the pillow to avoid getting it all wrinkled up. I looked at my clock radio; seven thirty. Almost time to get ready. The doorbell rang, and my thoughts were mercifully interrupted for a little while as I handed out a couple of chocolate bars to Frankenstein’s Monster and a cute little cowboy.
Back in the bedroom, I could find no more reason to stall, so I slipped out of my clothes, standing naked in front of my full-length dress mirror. I was freshly showered, still smelling of apple-scented soap and shampoo. I ran my fingers through my short, dark brown hair, feeling it for any tangles but finding none.

Then I touched my face, stroking the smooth skin, brushing against long eye-lashes and full, sensual lips. Down over my collar bone, one of my secret erotic spots that I hoped to get kissed tonight. I paused to cup my breasts, holding them up a bit. It was a bit chilly in the room, so the nipples were slightly hardened. I rubbed them with my fingers, pinching them lightly and feeling them stiffen even further. Jolts of pleasure coursed through my body, and I felt myself getting hotter ‘down there’.
Unable to resist, I let one hand leave my chest and travel downward, past my slim waist, gently touching my navel before homing in on that patch of neatly trimmed dark hair. I played with it, pulled at it, marveled at the sexy way the coarse, curly strands tickled the palm of my hand. I sighed with pleasure, knowing there was no way I could back away now.

I had to fulfill what I had started. Another check on the clock showed that I still had time, as long as I went for a quick one. So I reached down even further, touching my clit and at the same time shuddering in anticipation. I felt my juices starting to flow, running through my fingers, down my thighs. The doorbell rang again, and for a moment I actually considered answering it like this.

That would be some treat, I thought, laughing to myself as I put on a dressing gown. And probably get me arrested as well. Captain Jack Sparrow, a tiny witch and a bandage-wrapped mummy got some sweets in their bags, but after that, I turned off the porch lights. No more trick-or-treats for me tonight, except for the one I would be making myself.
Once more back in the bedroom I hurried to put the costume aside. Instead, I lay down across the bed, propping my head up with a pillow so I could watch myself in the mirror. Spreading my legs, I could clearly see some pink down there, which turned into a nice view of my pussy as I reached down and parted the lips. I like the way it looks; bright pink which turns darker the more excited I get.

Right then, it was quite dark. The lips are small and almost invisible unless I pull at them with my fingers, and the clit lies hidden at the top end beneath its little hood of skin. I don’t shave, since pubic hair is one of my major turn-ons, but I like to keep it trimmed. I ran my fingers up and down the slit, occasionally brushing against the clit and sometimes slipping into me.

With my other hand, I pinched and pulled on my stiff nipples, and all this attention was already starting to build into a coming climax. I sped up, running my fingers first down through the outer lips to collect some juices, then up to rub my clit, then down again.

Abandoning my breasts, I began to touch my anus with the fingers on my other hand. First just tickles, then a gentle rubbing, then actually penetrating. My butthole is another of my hot spots, and I love to play with it. Now I focused on it with one hand, and on my clit with the other, building up a steady, fast rhythm that would bring me off quickly. My mind turned to what I might be doing later that evening. Later that night.
Closing my eyes, I conjured a mental image of Blake; her long golden hair, sweet red lips and deep blue eyes. She was a couple of years older than me, and she was my best friend. I longed so badly to touch her, to cup her large, yet firm tits in my hands and feel the nipples tickle my palms; to slowly pull down her panties to reveal that blond patch of hair I had glimpsed a couple of times in the locker room and in the showers at the gym.

I would fondle that hair, touch it and feel it, then I’d let my fingers find their way in between her thighs, finding her most secret spot. I would get down on my knees in front of her, smell her, slowly reach out with my tongue and touch…
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With a cry of bliss, I came harder than I had in months. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard I was seeing colors. Fingers still on my hot sex, I rode the waves of my peak until they began to subside. Then I licked my wet fingers clean, and went to fetch a wet piece of cloth to clean up the rest of the mess. Normally, I’m not very wet when I’m excited, but the excitement tonight had really got to me.

Once I felt clean enough, having used just a little hint of body scent to cover up the smell of my pussy, I got in front of the mirror and put on the costume. I had made it myself, so the fit was near-perfect.

It has a pleated skirt in the same pattern worn at the Catholic Girls’ School I attended back in Del Rio, Texas, years ago. It looked quite authentic, but so short it barely covered my butt. The white silk blouse was loose enough to guarantee my tits would bounce and jiggle with every step I took and sheer enough to show the shape of my breasts and their rosy highlights to anyone who wanted to look.

I was already imagining how the smooth texture of the silk would caress my nipples and keep them at attention for a whole evening of fun. I don’t know who she had embroider the school emblem on my blouse, but it looked just like the one I wore in school except for the part where my tit would be bouncing around underneath it for all the world to see.

White Sketcher’s and white stay up stockings rounded out the costume. How wonderfully delicious. I’d be dressed up like a child molester’s sex fantasy and if I was lucky, maybe the cute little nun would take advantage of me later.

I couldn’t just stand at her door dressed like this, with all my goodies on display, but I reluctantly put on the finishing touches. I never use much make-up, but I did put on some eye-shadow and a soft red lipstick.

Still looking sexy, I thought as I looked in the mirror again. Then grabbed my Navy P-Coat and headed out. It was gruesomely cold wearing so little clothes, so I ran to the car and started it up, turning the heat on full.

As I drove towards her apartment, I couldn’t help thinking about Blake again. We’d known each other since college, and even though I can’t say I fell in love at first sight, what I did feel was a connection, a friendship kind of love that only deepened when I began to realize I lusted after her. She was a bit shy, not really withdrawn, but not very outspoken, either, and her sense of humor was rather thoughtful than boisterous. And she was beautiful.

After college, when we managed to get hired by the same up-and-coming bio-tech company, she began to change. Now in her right environment, doing the kind of research she herself chose, she lost the last of the timid schoolgirl in her, and emerged from the chrysalis of time as a confident and competent woman. Which of course made me love her all the more.

We worked together, went out together, went on holidays together, and all this time I spent with her begun to wear on me. It was painful, being so near the one I loved without daring to say so, to touch her, to make love to her like I’d want to. But I couldn’t push her away, either.

So when she invited me over for a Halloween dinner, before our costume party, I made my decision. I would play all my cards, hoping for the best. I knew she wouldn’t hate me, wouldn’t shut me out of her life, but I also knew I would shut myself out of hers if she rejected me. I couldn’t go on being her friend. Remained to see if I’d be her lover or a stranger.

Busy with my thoughts, fears and hopes, I almost missed pulling into her street. I was already a couple of minutes late, and I didn’t want to seem like a complete idiot by saying I got lost driving the same way I’d driven so many times before. My knees were jelly when I parked the car and got out.

My teeth were clattering, and not just from the cold. I hurried inside, and while I waited for the lift I removed my coat. Hopefully, the costume would take the tension out of the situation, but the closer I got to her apartment, the sillier the idea seemed.

I would have had a better chance if I’d been dressed more conservatively, like I always did, this was stupid, she’d laugh at me and not take me seriously when I finally…
The lift arrived, and during the short ride to the sixth floor I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm my mind. It actually worked, and by the time rang Blake’s doorbell I had my costume in perfect order and a smile on my lips.

I was met by a brilliant smile when the door opened, but it faded quickly into surprise, then an amused grin. Blake looked me up and down, then shook her head before stepping aside, ushering me inside without comment. I hung up my jacket and took a look around.

There’s always some change in decoration, every single time I visit her place, and I quickly spotted it. Not the carved pumpkin or the spooky candles, but this time she had re-arranged the porcelain models on the mantelpiece. There were a couple of new ones, and some of the old ones were missing. I was going to say something about that, but when I turned around I also got my first good look of her.

And I felt my jaw drop, literally. A beautiful nun dressed head to foot in black stood before me like a sainted vision. I could just barely see her angelic face peeking out from the very modest uniform. But, when she turned around, everything changed.

The costume was completely transparent from her neck all the way down to the hem. The costume framed her creamy white skin and slender body like a picture of decadence against an inky sea of black material.

She wasn’t wearing a bra and the loose uniform pretended it might just move in some special way to show me both exquisite breasts. Her garter belt and matching thong were sexy highlights on her perfectly shaped ass. The black seamed stockings and very high heels shaped and formed her legs with a message that suggested she might be available for a little excitement.

Blake turned back and laughed when she saw the look on my face. “I’ve had a fantasy about what the nuns wore under their uniforms ever since I was in high school, baby, and I’ve decided it must be something like this. Don’t you agree?”

“If the nuns looked as good under their uniforms as you do, Blake, I think I’d still be back in school. Uh, do you happen to have a few minutes to spare, little girl?”

She laughed at me again. The veil she wore, left most of her hair exposed. Her long blond hair was cut short.

“Jesus, girl, what have you done to your hair?”

“Don’t you like it?” She ran her fingers through the short, stubbed do that was all that was left of her once so wavy blond tresses. Maybe two or three inches of length was all that remained. “I figured I needed something new.”

“Yeah, well, it looks… it looks great,” I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn a little. “I mean… it really does, I was just… surprised.”

“Me too.” She giggled as she reached out and stroked my sheer blouse. The feeling of her hand brushing against the skin of my breasts gave me goosebumps. “You’ve dressed up, Whitney. What are you, some kind of tease?”

“A molester’s dream.” I swallowed, trying to make myself continue like I had planned. “A kind of temptress, yeah, but one sent out to seduce innocent and guilty humans, snaring their souls for eternal purgatory.”

“Ouch. Are we gonna go trick-or-treating, then to the party?” She laughed. “I haven’t done that in ages! I had just figured we’d go down to one of the usual places to eat and then over to the party…”

“Well, I figured we’d need some kind of break of habit.” My throat began to feel dry, and I had to dig my fingernails deep into my palms to keep my hands from shaking. By some miracle, I managed to keep a steady voice. “Actually, I thought I’d ask you… well… trick or treat?”

“Oops, guess you caught me short then.” She shrugged, tilting her head in a gesture I had always found irresistibly cute. “I gave away the last of my candy to a drooling werewolf just a couple of minutes ago. Does that mean you’re gonna play me a trick, Miss Molester Dream?”

“Maybe. Or I might… I might give…” I took a deep breath, and held it for a second as I watch the look on Blake’s face change from amused to concern. I decided to go ahead while I still had my nerves, and before I made things even more awkward. “Maybe it’ll be me who gives you a treat.”

“Really?” She smiled warmly, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. “My mom always taught me never to accept candy from demons, ma’am.”

“Not candy, Blake. I thought maybe… maybe you’d like to see my costume in full.”

“I already saw the whole thing. It’s great! So soft-looking, like they were a teenager or something.”

“No, it’s not that, I just need a second or two to get it all ready. Would you turn around?”

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Whitney and Blake are best friends. Whitney is very lesbian and has her sights set on seducing Whitney on Halloween.

Blake and Whitney have plans for dinner and a Halloween party for the evening. Blake is oblivious to Whitney’s desires for her. And never dreams the evening will be anything more than what the two had planned.

Whitney, has far more erotic plans, starting with her costume, and her determination that tonight is the night to let Blake know her true feelings about her. Blake is more than willing to experiment and the encounter is delicious for Whitney, but Blake is not ready to commit to a full time lesbian relationship.

Following a tearful discussion, both decide to go ahead with their plans and attend the Halloween party. Both of them feel it will ease the tension and allow them to talk about their relationship with a better perspective.

The party is everything is was promised to be. Both girls had a great time. Blake seemed to blend in well with the 19 other lesbians in attendance things were looking up for Whitney.

A member of the party suffers an overdose and is rushed to the hospital, and both feel they need to see the stricken person is out of danger before leaving. The crisis is averted and their friend is going to recover. Both women decide to return to Blake’s apartment and finish their discussion.

Whitney and Blake have anxiety about the upcoming discussion and the ride back to Blake’s apartment is silent and little communication occurs between the women until they are back at Blake’s apartment. Neither is sure of the outcome of the discussion.

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A collection of 14 romantic and erotic stories, with lesbians a the main characters.

There are fourteen great stories in this collection. Over seven hundred pages, and each story better than the next. Soon to be released in paperback, now only in eBook format, this collection will be a great gift for the holidays. Especially for someone you know that enjoys female erotica. 

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Paige is a very successful shop owner, and takes a moment to reminisce about her life style, and her experiences.

Paige has work her behind off to become successful. Along the way she learned about her lesbian inclination from an Aunt.

Her ability to leverage her lust for women, into an astounding customer service to the point she gained several benefactors and in turn got their help to set her up in her own business.

Her most compelling service was attending a formal ball with a rich, chubby female client, where anything was fair game, and all the attendees were black women. This brought about her first true exposure to BDSM. In her mind, the reward far outweighed the pain.

Another memory was of her most devoted employee, a diminutive Asian woman, and her lust for a beautiful black lesbian body builder. That interlude exposed the employee to group sex, watersports and mild domination.

All of these reflection brought back fond memories and reaction to her libido, life has been good to Paige

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School Days, a time for memories – good, bad and as school teachers, Morgan and Addy soon find out, lesbian sex!

Morgan and Addy, two young school teachers, are in a constant alert teaching at Muskingum High School. The Principal and Vice Principal are misogynistic, fascist dinosaurs from another generation. Who cause more harm than good for both student and teacher morale

The students are using their time at school for sexual hookups, and other diversions. Some of the teachers have been rumored to be involved. Much to Morgan and Addy’s dismay. Just that morning they walked in on two co-ed heavily engaged in lesbian sex.

The two decide to take time after school hours to meet, and discuss the best strategy they should follow, to improve the situation without alienating the students or the school administrators.

Over dinner, drinking more wine than they should, they discuss the lesbian activity they discovered just that morning, between two students. The discussion gets around to why, and what, that soon leads to the two inebriated teachers to experiment and find out the attraction of lesbian sex. Just One Time.

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Just in case you missed this when it was first released over the weekend!

This new story, has a great story line about  a huge African America Rock singer, Carise. One name like Beyonce, Prince or Madonna. She lives a fast life and has her administrative assistant’s scratch and claw to keep in her favor.

Hannah and Ellie, both young women tons of ambition, clash like oil and water. One knows that to keep sharing Carise’ bed all the time, the other had to go. The feud builds and ends in an erotic showdown.

Here is an excerpt from the story:

Hannah watched Carise undress through the mirror in Carise’s dressing room. Carise always looked good, Hannah thought. Carise’s mass of black curls on her head framed her long face perfectly. Carise was a tall, slender, brown eyed, ebony beauty. Even at 39 her body was of a 21 year old and her large breasts still stood out firm and perfect.
Her hips were curved beautifully and her round ass, was high on her. Her most treasured part of her smooth, honey voice, with a hint of a southern accent. Hannah loved every inch of Carise. She loved working for Carise also.
It was hard to believe that she started working for Carise about a year ago. Mostly being a personal assistant to Carise. Carise was her idol, and she was a big fan of hers. But now since she was around Carise a lot, it just seemed like she and Carise were old friends. Carise knew Hannah’s mother so that was partly how she obtained the job.
She liked it. She got to meet people in the music industry and travel with Carise. Hannah smoothed back her shoulder length black hair. Her brown eyes gazed at Carise’s wonderful naked body. The best part of Hannah’s job, probably was fucking Carise’s brains out.
Carise was always in the mood for that, and Hannah enjoyed burying her face into Carise’s sweet koochie. Hannah turned around to face Carise.
“You look great,” Hannah said.
“Well thank you hon,” Carise said in her smooth honey voice, “But I ain’t even dressed yet.” Carise let out a giggle. Carise sat down on a small couch in the room. “Why don’t you come over here an’ sit next to me?” Carise said softly patting down on the couch with her hand. Hannah sat down next to Carise. “What would you do if I just quit and gave it all up, the singin’ an’ all?” Carise said looking at her.
Hannah tried to focus her eyes on Carise’s face, but it was hard to do when Carise sat there naked.
“I’d be out of a job,” Hannah said.
Carise let out a high pitched laugh. Hannah laughed a little, not finding what she said funny, because she figured it was true.
“You just crack me up Hannah,” Carise said kissing Hannah on her lips.
Hannah let her tongue slip into Carise’s mouth. Carise’s tongue met Hannah’s and they both began to kiss and probe into each other’s mouth. Hannah fondled Carise’s soft breasts with her hands. Carise’s dark nipples were hard.
Hannah broke the kiss and began sucking on Carise’s beautiful breasts. She sucked and licked Carise’s nipples, squeezing them in her mouth. Carise ran her fingers through Hannah’s hair as Hannah sucked on her nipples. Hannah then got off the couch and on to the floor on her knees right under Carise’s legs.
Hannah spread Carise’s legs apart and began to suck and kiss on Carise’s inner thighs right near her neatly shaved bush. Carise let out soft moans and gasps as Hannah flicked her tongue right near her pussy. Carise’s pussy was always wet and Hannah loved tasting it.
Hannah reached up and touched Carise’s clit, moving it around in circles. Carise moved her hips up and down on Hannah’s fingers. Hannah flicked her tongue over Carise’s clit and began to suck on it. She squeezed Carise’s clit in her mouth with her lips, which drove Carise crazy, bucking her hips up and down against Hannah’s face.
Hannah licked Carise’s clit rapidly in small circles. Carise grabbed the ends of the small couch and began wildly bucking her hips up in the air, rubbing against Hannah’s face. Hannah climbed back on the couch and hungrily kissed Carise. Carise helped Hannah disrobe, until Hannah was in her satin panties.
They both fell on the floor in a frantic rush. Carise straddled Hannah’s leg and began grinding hard on it, feeling the friction of Hannah’s satin panties which drove her mad. There was a loud pounding on the door.
“What!!” Carise said yelling breathlessly.
“Carise hurry up, you’re on in three minutes!!” the concert producer yelled from the other side of the door.
“Okay, I’m comin’!!” Carise yelled back, giving Hannah a wink.
She kissed Hannah hard on the mouth, while they both rubbed on each other’s legs. Carise felt the rhythm go faster and faster until she exploded into an orgasm. She cried out only for a second, then relaxed on top of Hannah. Hannah was used to this rushed sex. It was like this before every concert.
Carise gave Hannah a quick kiss and quickly got up and got dressed. Hannah got up and helped her get her bra on while she put on her makeup and fixed her hair. Hannah was always surprised at how fast Carise was, even after they fucked each other. Carise blew Hannah a goodbye kiss and left the dressing room quickly.

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IS SHE WATCHING ME?

Sophie is a University Student, and a lesbian. She is adjusting to the tragic breakup with her former lover.

Sophie and her flat mate Cara, are in the midst of finals week at university. On the rebound from an ugly breakup from her former lover Sophie has her eye on the exams monitor. A woman a few year older than Sophie. Even going so far as to leave a note with her cell number for the monitor to find.

The stress of the exams, when the do finally end, is relieved by getting completely drunk at the local watering hole, Puss ‘n Boots. Sophie holds up her end of the bargain, and is sloppy drunk, and hooks up with Maggie, and end up in a boob fight, before passing out in bed.

Recovered from her bender, Sophie has been rewarded for her preparations, some time later with a call from the monitor, Samantha. They meet at a pub and they warm to each other quite quickly. Soon Sophie has Sam back to her room, and showing off all her toys.

***

STANDING IN THE SHADOWS OF LUST! 

Hannah has just been hired by Carise, a super star rock star. Hannah feels life is as good as it can be. Until Ellie shows up.

Carise, a Famous Rock Singer, hires the daughter of a high school friend, Hannah, as her personal assistant. Carise wastes no time in getting Hannah into her bed, and the young Hannah is exposed to the glamorous life, for the first time.

Ellie and her friend Keisha, win tickets to see Carise in concert and back stage passes. When Carise meets Ellie she feels compelled to hire her, also as a personal assistant. Something that Hannah doesn’t take very well.

Ellie’s first day on the job turns into a life changing event. The two young girls, are like oil and water, an argument ensues, which escalates into something more like mortal combat.

Results of this catfight will determine which girl will remain the personal assistant and which girl will leave, with her tail between her legs.

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Constance lay back in her large bathroom Jacuzzi filled with very hot water as she sipped her double vodka on the rocks. A slight fragrance of lotus blossoms filled the air as she savored the memories of Kelsey and the sweet revenge that was inflicted upon her assailants.
She lazily gazed over at the transparent shower door when Jazmine began humming a sweet little tune, the way Kelsey did when she showered. Jazmine’s smooth ebony skin in contrast against the light blue tile of the illuminated shower was strikingly beautiful as she applied soap to her delicate parts, smiling sweetly and beautifully as the hot, steamy water caressed her slender body.
Jazmine turned off the water valve and stepped out on the white bathroom carpet and gazed back with pleasure at Constance.
“Feel good honey?” she asked as she smiled impishly at Constance.
“Uh huh, heavenly.”
“Want some company in there?” Jazmine asked as she strolled across the room toward Constance.
Constance held up her right hand and waved a gesture in a manner that meant: “welcome to my Jacuzzi.”
Jazmine stepped in and leaned back against the opposite wall of the oval tub. Jazmine and Constance arranged their legs in such a manner that genitals touched together under the swirling surface of the water and they began to slowly move, causing the sensations of soft skin against soft skin.
Constance handed Jazmine her vodka glass. “Sip?” she asked as she watched Jazmine take a mouthful and wrinkle her nose in displeasure.
“You have to develop a taste for straight vodka baby. It’s not like drinking pop.”
Both women continued to relax and enjoy the moment in silence, deep in thought of the fiasco that took place earlier that morning at the produce warehouse. Constance held out both hands toward Jazmine with her palms up.
Jazmine placed her hands in Constance’s and was pulled closer until lips gently touched. Jazmine uncoupled her legs from their position and slid over the top of Constance until she was looking straight down into her eyes. She parted her lips and pressed them over Constance’s lips, slowly sliding her tongue into her mouth. Constance returned the gesture by extending her very long and muscular tongue deep within Jazmine’s mouth as they both tightened the grip with their arms and legs.
“I love you Constance,” she said trembling slightly as she continued the deep kissing.
“I love you too baby,” Constance replied in a whisper.
As they both stepped out of the Jacuzzi Constance grabbed a large bath towel from the rack. She wrapped it around Jazmine’s body and pulled her close, softly kissing her lips as she gently dried Jazmine’s back.
Constance dropped down to her knees and began drying Jazmine’s genitals and inner thighs with the heavy, soft bath towel. As Constance was sliding the towel down the back of Jazmine’s legs, she gently brushed her lips across Jazmine’s shaved mound.
The sensations of the smooth skin on her lips, slightly damp from the Jacuzzi, heightened Constance’s passions as she continued to gently apply the towel down Jazmine’s legs and feet. Jazmine had backed up against the vanity as Constance pressed her lips further under her mound, parting her vulva to the extent that she felt the hot, slippery interior of her genitals.
Jazmine swooned in pleasure as Constance slid her long, textured tongue deeply along the front wall of Jazmine’s vagina as she pivoted her hips forward, while resting her butt against the front edge of the vanity, making her womanhood more accessible to her new lover.
Constance manipulated her “G” spot with the tip of her tongue, occasionally withdrawing it from the depths and sliding the tip up into her urethra and across her clitoris with electrifying results. During Jazmine’s deep, intensive orgasm, she momentarily lost control of her bladder, delivering a sudden burst of the hot, acidic liquid into Constance ‘s mouth, now tightly pressed against the interior if her genitals.
The sudden, unexpected moment of deviant pleasure made Constance’s own genitalia throb. Longing to be touched, Constance slid her finger inside and against her own clit as she felt herself starting into the throws of an orgasm. Jazmine, knowing that her screams were excessive, grabbed another towel and held it to her mouth as her womanhood began to explode deep within with pulsating spasms that made her bend forward and press Constance ‘s mouth and head more firmly against her.
They both collapsed to the floor at once. They gazed into each other’s eyes as they lay on the damp, deep piled bathroom carpet. Constance raised her hand and gently touched Jazmine’s cheek, caressing it ever so gently as she continued to silently gaze into her soft, fawn eyes. Without a spoken word or a whisper, Constance formed the three words with her mouth: “I love you.”
Jazmine smiled softly back at her, unable to speak as her heart rate began to slow back towards normal.
Even though Jazmine was in her early 20s’, Constance made her enroll in adult high school courses resulting in her obtaining a diploma. Jazmine continued her education at adult classes at a NKU extension facility where she obtained a degree in nursing. She met a young man who also attended classes, subsequently married him and had three little boys. They are all living a normal, happy life near Lexington.
“Constance? Oh…, she’s still a loner. She seems to intimidate people with her unusual skills and weird temperament so she stays by herself and continues to do research at Berkley and write. She’s content with her own company but for the rest of her days, she has no doubt that she’ll continue to see the ghost of her little Kelsey doing her mischievous little antics and teasing in such a delightful way in her mind’s eye.”

***

I usually get home from work before Chloe; but this evening Chloe’s truck was parked outside the apartment. That’s odd, I thought, but didn’t make much of it until I got inside. Chloe stood there with an enigmatic grin on her face and nothing else.
“I found your journal, girlfriend. We should talk. Actually, talk is *not* what I had in mind.”
I just stood there dumbfounded. Chloe came up to me, put her arms around me and whispered in my ear.
“It’s Okay. We can do it all, we can do nothing. But you’re not alone.” Chloe kissed my lips then backed off a bit. “Okay, lover. Get your clothes off and your ass into bed.”
I practically ripped off my clothes as I dashed into the bedroom. I noted that Chloe must’ve taken off early and maxed my Visa card at the local leather store.The sheets were latex and there were brand new restraints encircling the mattress.
I noticed that there were several bottles of Evian in a cooler; most of them were empty. Breathing hard and shaking, I lowered myself onto the latex sheets. Somehow Chloe had warmed them. That moved me immensely.
“No more words.” Chloe commanded. “You’re to stay quiet.”
Chloe proceeded to lock my wrists into fur-lined cuffs, attaching them to the restraints. My ankles got the same treatment. Chloe put a pillow under my head and put a liter of Evian next to my mouth.
“Here, drink.” I took the water gratefully; I had serious cotton mouth right now.
Chloe tossed the bottle aside after I drained it and straddled my body. She rubbed her cunt against me and leaned down to kiss me hard on the mouth.
“Okay, lover. You have a safe word; use it if you need to but from here on I’m in charge.”
I took a big gulp of air. I could feel the throbbing wetness in my cunt; this was no dream. Chloe pulled back up and started rubbing against my cunt again. She moaned and released a measured pulse of piss down my swollen cunt.
“Ah…” I moaned
. I could feel the stream dribble down my cunt lips, pooling and wetting my dry ass. Chloe let another slight stream go and I was so aroused I damn near ached. Almost unconsciously my arm moved in order to get my hand down to my clit but the restraints held it back.
“I knew that was gonna happen” said Chloe, still grinding her cunt on my mons, “I knew I’d better restrain you before you shortened the fun.”
She let another burst of piss soak my cunt, this time strong enough to hit my swollen, distended clitoris. I could feel the piss surround my clit head, tickling the outside of my labia lips. The piss pool had soaked my ass, and wet my lower back. Chloe had moved up now, and was straddling my stomach.
Chloe reached out and started stroking my nipples. The feel of my nipples hardening and my wet cunt electrified my spine. I could see my lover’s bush, drops of wetness still clinging to some of the hair, her swollen labia, and her swollen clitoris. I wanted, needed to taste her.
Chloe brushed her cunt hairs across my belly; she released more piss on my belly, soaking my skin and leaving a small pool of piss in my belly button. Chloe leaned over me and grabbed something off the headboard; she presented a gleaming pair of tit clamps to me.
I bit my lower lip at the sight. I loved the way Chloe touched and bit my nipples– but tit clamps? Chloe stroked my nipples to a proud erection, and gingerly placed the clamps on each one. She then tightened, alternating one at a time. Each tightening sent delicious shivers down my back, directly to my clitoris, which would’ve been screaming in ecstasy if it could scream.
Chloe moved forward, pushing my tits together with her thighs until my nipples were almost touching. They were still sensitive from the pain of the tit clamps. Chloe took a deep breath and blasted a well-aimed rivulet of piss onto my nipples. I felt the hot blast against my hard, sore nipples; the sensation sent me into orbit. The piss ran down my tits and behind my back; I could feel it encroach my hair. My whole body was now lying in a pool of warm pee.
My arms ached to touch myself. I could see where the stream of piss was leaving Chloe’s body and I longed to lick off the drops clinging to the coarse hairs. Chloe smiled at me.
“Getting greedy, eh? Your tongue can’t reach it. Yet.”
She started working her way up my body, moving at a slow, studied pace. By the time she straddled my face, I could feel my own bladder straining from the liter of Evian. Chloe carefully lowered her cunt onto my mouth, spreading her cunt lips so that my hungry tongue could lap everything up. She then loosened my right hand, which immediately started toward my own swollen clit.
“Easy, baby.” Chloe admonished, holding back my arm. “Let’s make this last a bit longer.”
Chloe ground her hips to the rhythm of my tongue greedily licking off what was left of her piss. Chloe raised up again, releasing my arm and spreading her cunt lips. I waited. Chloe’s cunt was swollen and purple; I could see Chloe’s piss hole release a strong, golden current of warm piss. The current captured the glint of the light as it hit my face. I felt the warm piss glide down my face and my hair.
She relished it; soaking every bit of skin she could get under the stream. I lapped the stream of piss with my tongue, let it sweep down my neck and between my breasts. I rubbed my clit, feeling the wet skin of my labia stroke the sensitive organ.
I let loose of the piss in my own body; and as I did I had the most incredible orgasm ever. It started from my clit towards my relaxing urethra, it went into my vagina and up my spine, to my throbbing wet nipples, and it went from my swallowing mouth into my mind. My mind was gray, but a shaft of yellow light came through as I came; the woman from my dreams was there.
“You don’t need me anymore” the woman said and I left through the yellow light.
My head flooded with radiance and heat.
I felt Chloe’s clitoris in my mouth as I regained consciousness. I licked gently, realizing that Chloe was having her own orgasm.
Chloe flopped beside me, still breathing heavily and took me in her arms.
“How did that feel?” said Chloe.
“Incredible. Surprising.” I replied, still barely able to talk.
Chloe kissed my deeply. I noticed the room radiated with warmth and glittered a slight yellow.

***

One hand trailed with torturous slowness down her stomach, but Pati’s attention was centered more on the hand kneading skillfully at her right breast. Just as it seemed that the touch might leave her, she gripped tightly to a delicate wrist. She noted the level of heat coming from her own hand as well as the slight dampness that was steadily misting her every inch. With a determined tug, she guided the palm back to its former position, feeling her nipple stab zealously into its warmth.
Her head turned to nuzzle into the soft pillow while her eyes closed. She relished the thumb manipulating her breast’s erected center. Her breathing began to hasten just a bit, feeling that the simple act of breathing was just a bit more difficult with the glorious weight of her lover’s arm draped over her.
The lips steadily moving lower down the length of her abdomen caused Pati to angle her hips upward. A chin grazing her clit found her lips parting in a low groan of pleasure.
“There, baby. There!”
“Here?”
Teresa’s voice had been slightly muffled by the fact that she was completely submerged under the cool sheets, her voice reverberating off the intimate slope of this glorious vessel of creation, a mere breadth away from her lips which were suddenly parched for a taste of the juices she saw lightly glistening over soft folds.
“Yes,” Pati found herself saying more in encouragement to the mouth softly kissing over her sensitivity with the same gentleness and slow ease that it freely demonstrated against her own mouth only moments before.
As the sound of Teresa moaning against her filled her senses, Pati suddenly became overwhelmed by a desire to see her lover, knowing how much pleasure her girlfriend derived in the opportunity of pleasing her lover. She knew that to Teresa the act of making love could almost be more intimate than being made love to. She wanted to see her this way, to see their passions merging together.
Teresa felt a slight shiver race up and down her spine caused by the current of cool air suddenly bathing her skin as the sheet was forcibly pulled away revealing her actions to her girlfriend’s waiting eyes. She knew that just as Pati’s eyes fixed on what she was doing, the two sensations of both, touch and sight, were joining together. Her fingertips had only started to apply pressure to those moistened inner lips, parting them to expose silky recesses.
Unable to wait any longer, she slid her tongue over the length of that satiny skin, feeling the shudder traveling through Pati passing through the very tip of her tongue and into her own body where it centered mercilessly at the apex of her legs causing her own juices to increase.
Pati inhaled sharply behind clenched teeth. Sex was heavy in the air making it oh so very palatable. Her hand tightened its hold on her lover’s wrist. The seductive pinching and subtle pulling at her nipple caused her to moan and then bring those busy fingers to her lips. She kissed lovingly over them at first then found her teeth raking over the fingertips and her tongue charting along their length.
Again, the scents of arousal merging in the air inspired her senses. She could almost taste her lover in the air. A sudden wish that Teresa’s juices had been on the fingers now resting against her lips caused a shudder to pass through her. Her light brown eyes widened with an aroused gasp as those fingers left her lips and slid down the slope of her side where they ventured with dramatic slowness, done merely for her watchful gaze, between Teresa’s legs.
A moan left her lips at the sight of those fingers entering deep within her girlfriend. When the fingers withdrew, now covered in slick gloss, she immediately brought them to her waiting mouth tasting Teresa for the first time this evening.
Teresa shivered violently with the feel of Pati’s tongue parting her two essence-covered fingers, slipping between them in the hopes that not one drop would be missed. She waited for Pati to lovingly insert those two fingers into her mouth before she eased herself inside of her girlfriend in perfect unison.
“Oh, God!” Pati found herself crying against Teresa’s hand.
She struggled to catch her breath, swallowing hard when the lips which had been working so wonderfully at her folds moved upward capturing her clit into them. The tongue circling around the nub was driving her closer to that edge along with the fingers pushing deeper within her.
“Teresa,” she breathed in a throaty voice. Pati parted her legs more, desperately trying to allow her lover more access. “Deeper. More!”
The juices slicking her face doubled. Teresa relished every second of it. She could almost sense how close Pati was now. She added a third finger, feeling the verbal encouragement ripple through her body. If her girlfriend uttered her name with any more love in it, she might give in to tears, she was certain of it.
She pushed harder, feeling inner walls grip her fingers tightly in the hopes that they might pull her in deeper. Her tongue began swirling around the tight muscled ring, below her vagina, which she had been nursing at. She pushed harder against the skin surrounding it with the tip of her tongue, feeling it tickle those nerve-endings around it furthering her lover’s state. She then changed direction and kissed the swollen clit once more then traveled down to the lips where she sucked first one then the other all the while her fingers matched Pati’s thrusting hips.
Pati moaned with the feel of those fingers inside her suddenly angling upward within her. She gripped tightly to Teresa forcing her mouth to fit more against her shivering pussy after feeling the sudden attention returning to a clit beginning with a teasing flick. Her juices leaving her so freely surprised her a bit in their intensity as climax hit her mercilessly.
The first wave seemed to be at an end and she hoped to catch her breath, but Teresa pushed harder inside her manipulating her clit with her thumb while her lips sought to have all of the reward, being given so freely into her girlfriend’s waiting mouth.
Her tightened hold of her lover had lessened, although it was by no will of her own. She simply no longer had the strength to hold on. Her shaking slowly began to release her after some immeasurable time had passed. She opened her eyes slowly, looking down to Teresa, who lay with her head resting against her stomach arms hugging her waist.
“I love you,” Pati whispered still struggling to come down.
Teresa pushed up from the bed, sitting comfortably between her lover’s legs. She gently took Pati’s hands into her own and pulled the beautiful woman to her. A soft purr left her lips when just as she had hoped, Pati sat up on her lap, wrapping her legs around her waist, pressing her chest tightly to her cheek and hugging her neck and shoulders. She kissed over the chest in front of her whispering her feelings to her girlfriend.
“I love you, too, Pati, so very much.”
Pati looked down on the woman beneath her. Light brown eyes misted just a bit. She cupped the face staring up at her, then brought a soft mouth to her own. The taste of herself was clearly anointing Teresa’s skin. She allowed her tongue to chart lazily through Teresa’s mouth, feeling her tongue caress her girlfriend’s with that same unhurried manner.
When her lover backed away to stare into her eyes with a smile, she studied those dark brown eyes curiously. They were trying to tell her something. Her smile intensified in this moment of realization. She covered Teresa’s mouth with her own, suddenly needing to have them connected once again.
“Welcome home, Pati,” she thought to herself while guiding Teresa to lean back.
Continuing to kiss, the lovers prepared themselves for a very long evening of lovemaking. And now… it was Teresa’s turn.

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HIDDEN TREASURE

Tom Boy Lizzie, and Girly Girl Stacey, meet at work. Lizzie is a lesbian, and is having a hard time figuring out Stacey’s inclinations. Is Stacey straight or gay?

Lizzie and Stacey work at the same law office. Lizzie is help new employee Stacey settle into her new position

Lizzie is smitten with Stacey, but can determine if she is lesbian or straight. The go for drinks after work and it seems things could be working out for Lizzie. But Stacey doesn’t tip her hand.

Stacey and Lizzie finally go on a formal date, still up in the air regarding Stacey’s sexual persuasion. Several times during the evening Stacey lets some things slip about her attraction to Lizzie. She soon has Lizzie taking her home that evening.

The night at Stacey’s is about to change Lizzie’s world forever. She gets everything she hoped for and even more.

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A STAND UP GIRL!

Stella is a girl haunted by an encounter with another lesbian. As much as she tries to put it from her mind, the memory cascades over her. If you read ‘GOING FOR THE GOLD’ you will absolutely love A STAND UP GIRL!

Stella and Chloe are lovers and partners, living in a ho-hum romance. The problem makes Stella susceptible to an awkward and bizarre advance from a woman she is spending the evening with.

The event, though novel and exciting, has left Stella with a series a bad dreams about the event, and is urged by her Therapist to record the dreams in a journal. Stella tries to make sense of why this act causes such a reaction in her psyche.

Chloe, reads her lovers diary and decides, it would be a great bit of fun to recreate the event for her lover. Stella has a hard time swallowing Chloe’s motives but tries to put it from her mind.

The entire nightmare comes to a head when a work friend comes over to Stella’s to take her on a shopping trip. Shopping is soon forgotten and Stella is faced with her phobia or fetish again.

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FIVE EROTIC DREAMS

A glimpse inside the world of women who love women and what they like!

FIVE EROTIC DREAMS is a selection of five previously released stories from Candice Christian:

• THE DRIVER’S SEAT
• THE STORY IN HER EYES
• LOSING HER RELIGION
• ANOTHER SIDE OF LIFE
• PUSHIN’ TOO HARD

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Thirty something Brittany is recently divorced. An event that, instead of bringing sorrow , brought Brittany a sense of liberation. THE RIGHT SPOT – READ IT TODAY.

Newly divorced Brittany is enjoying the single life, enjoying a succession of lovers, both male and female. But the biggest catalyst to the lesbian side, was giving a ride to a young female grad student. That five hour drive ended up as an all- nighter. That opportunity came when she had dropped her daughter off at college and the chance to give Traci a right was too good to be true.

Over lunch with an old friend, Brittany gets lost in their conversation and her mind returns to Traci. Knowing her friend is not following the conversation, Jessica, calls her back to reality. Traci soon forgotten.

Jessica excused herself to freshen up and leaves Brittany alone. But not for long as their beautiful waitress, Irena, makes an overture toward the older Brittany, providing her name and cell number.

Brittany is now confronted with a dilemma and is at a loss in a way to handle the situation. The two friends leave the restaurant and bid each other farewell. Alone Brittany is left to make a major decision. How will she choose?

-AND-

Constance and Kelsey were lovers, then Kelsey disappeared. Possibly even murdered by her ex-girlfriend. Constance vows to find the guilty parties and save Kelsey. A BAD TIME – READ IT NOW!

Dr. Constance Stone is a non-practicing medical doctor. She is an instructor at Northern Kentucky University and spends her time doing research and writing

Until a short while ago she lived in her idea of a perfect world with her lover young Kelsey. Living along the banks of the Ohio River, the two were perfect for each other.

Fate being what it is, an old girlfriend of Kelsey’s, finds out where she lives and kidnaps her. The old girlfriend Kira, is a member of a radical group called the Inner Sanctum.

Unknown by Constance for certain, Kelsey is tortured, raped and finally killed.

Constance is a woman with a dark past, and Kira and her group may just rue the day they interfered with the angry Doctor’s world. Constance calls in a few favors and then embarks on a quest to save Chelsea and exact punishment on those involved.

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Meghan, an unhappily married woman, plans spending New Year’s Eve, alone, without her husband. Until she meets Stephanie!

Trapped in a sour marriage, Meg and her husband, Brad, are celebrating New Year’s Eve separately. Both are attending parties, held by their employers.

Meg is determined to have a good time, without the restrictions of her over bearing husband. She plans to party like a single woman.

Surrounded by friends, the conversations get rather erotic in nature and it soon becomes obvious none of her female friends from work, have any intention of living up to their marriage vows this holiday season.

The wine flows freely at the party and Meg is soon a bit tipsy, and easy prey for any amorous advances. However it’s an advance by the tall blond muscular lesbian, Stephanie that seems to gain most of her attention.

Soon, the once straight, married woman is headed to bed with the gentle giantess who has many things to teach Meghan.

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Reeling from a difficult breakup with her ex-lover, Jayda goes on the prowl for companionship and finds Tina.

Jayda is a woman depressed over a breakup with her recent lover. She has remained in self-imposed isolation, for some time and decides tonight is the night to hit the club scene and look for romance.

Bruised and fragile in her depressed state of mind, self-doubt nearly causes her to bolt from the club, but her two gay friends, Jimmy and Sully provide the encouragement she needs to stay rather than run from the club.

Soon, fate smiles on Jayda and she meets Tina, at the bar, ordering the same drink. The conversation between them moves quickly and things look promising. Jayda is filled with optimism this night is going to end well.

  Crystal is an up and coming writer and while celebrating her latest publication with a cup of coffee in her favorite coffee shop, she befriends two young co-eds. 

Thirty something Crystal is sitting in her favorite coffee shop, drinking a celebratory coffee, basking in the delight of her recent publication as a writer.

Sitting in the booth behind her are two college girls, Holly and Noel, obviously in love, and Crystal gets into a conversation with them. A friendship ensues and Crystal heads back to her new friends apartment.

Holly and Noel are an interracial pair, Holly is Asian and Noel is African American. The mature Crystal is soon inserted into the relationship by the two young girls and the afternoon becomes a very sensual and sweaty interlude.

In spite of the age and racial differences the three become close friends and share their love, without question, among themselves.

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