Lesbian - Page 47
This was originally my first story, I revised it because of all the complaints. To people who are about to read this story: YES, THIS IS A YOUNG STORY, THAT MEANS UNDERAGE, NOT ADULT. SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THESE KINDS OF STORIES JUST STAY AWAY
A knock at the door pulled Sarah’s attention from her computer, the seemingly endless lines of code blurring as she rubbed at her eyes and took off her headphones, leaving the quiet sounds of her Spotify playlist to dance through her small office
This is a true story the names have been changed to protect identity, My first experience with another girl was when I was 15, I had just come home from a day at school where last lesson was girls volley ball. I dropped my bag down tossed of my shoes and ran straight for the shower



Chapter 18 BEN VISITS AGAIN When Claire got home, her father quickly discovered her pierced clitoris. ‘What’s this?’ he demanded. ‘Work made me get it,’ Claire mumbled. She was lying on her father’s lap with her legs spread, ready to have her cunt spanked



ACCIDENTAL LOVERS PART TWO HOME SCHOOLED CHAPTER 1 Alicia Cooper was thrilled when the Bennington School District had hired her two years ago



I’d only ever spoke to her online before, she always hated herself but somehow I managed to keep her happy and I don’t know how



Clara's Mind-Controlling Tweets Chapter Three: Quarterback and His Naughty Little Sisters By mypenname3000 Commissioned by n1one Copyright 2020 Note: This story was commissioned by n1one and the story was crafted by fans on his discord server



It's quiet through the streets as Maggie makes her way home, holding her purse to her chest and walking quickly. She hopes the silence is on her side, that no one is lurking as she turns down one street and then another until she's just a few minutes shy of her apartment



Author's Note: First off thank you to all the reader who give constructive advice and read my stories. Secondly I know this chapter is shorter then normal but don't fear Cassie and her mother are important to the story and will have more face time in later chapters


Back a few years ago I authored the story of Mallory and myself. We got 1000's of replies and emails. Most however did not believe our story, although they liked it. That is okay because if I hadn't lived it I would have not believed myself. But sometimes the extrodinary does happen



The Battered Lamp Chapter Two: The Slave of Desire Copyright 2014 Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this! Thursday, January 16th The loud, annoying, repetitive beep of Kyle's alarm woke him. He rolled over, slapping at the clock



“Are you awake,” I whispered. She didn’t respond. She lay motionless beneath the covers. She lay on her side facing me, and she cuddled a pillow. I could tell, though, by the street light outside that her eyes were closed
Once again, Hope answered the door and this time Sharon, the owner of the aerobic studio walked in



Fortunately it wasn’t too much longer that the police stayed at our house. They asked me if there were any other incidents other then the night of the assault that they should know about, but I just shook my head no, not wanting to report anything about the night at Billy’s apartment



copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011 The pretty young secretary sat astride an office chair, her hands tightly gripping its arm-rests, her legs spread wide apart, her short grey skirt rucked up around her waist and her lacy red panties dangling loosely from one of her ankles