This night was never going to end. I wasn’t sure I wanted it to, but I did need a moment to myself. I stepped away from the small gathering of friends to the balcony to get a little air. I sipped on a glass of wine, leaned against the railing and enjoyed the twinkling stars.

I heard the sliding glass door click behind me. Seconds later, warm lips caressed my neck. She knew what that did to me. Heat spread from my neck to the tips of my toes in a matter of seconds.

I turned around to face her, sliding my ...Keep Reading

We turned down an invitation to check out the newest lesbian hot spot. It was Friday night, the end to another work week, and all Jordan and I really wanted to do was be alone. We had agreed to meet our friends for drinks out of a sense of obligation, but we were really itching to spend some serious quality time together.

It had been a long week. We were both feeling the pressure from having demanding careers, needy friends, and family drama. Our relationship was the single bright light in the midst of everything dark, but even that needed nurturing.

We ...Keep Reading

“Grrr…”

Angela heard a growl coming from the front of the car. She peeped over the dashboard of her rented Jeep, but it was pointless. Her view was obscured by the open hood.

Mayson stood on the other side of the hood. Her big brown eyes glared at the uncooperative engine. hoping that the answer would jump out at her. They had been 45 minutes into their honeymoon when she noticed the temperature gauge start rising. A few minutes later, steam started escaping the confines of the hood, forcing Mayson to pull over.

They pulled off the winding mountain road to avoid getting ...Keep Reading

I wonder how she would react if I pressed my lips against hers. Would she close her eyes? How would her lips feel? Would they melt against mine? Would they part to allow me entry? How would she taste? Would she pull my body against hers? Would she wrap her arms around me? Would she grab me by my hips? What would she do if I tangled my hands in her locs? How would she feel if I held her lips hostage until she was breathless? Would her temperature rise? Would her pussy ache? Would she get wet? ...Keep Reading

I didn’t want to be here. Every look I gave her expressed my distaste for the company that surrounded us. I wanted to be at home watching the game, not surrounded by a group of bourgeoisie lesbians that didn’t care if I stopped breathing tomorrow.

I was here because I’d do anything to keep a smile on my baby’s face, but I didn’t have to like it.

My reward? She wore a dress. Something she rarely did.

This dress was strapless and bright yellow. It made her medium brown skin look as though it was glowing. And the way the soft material clung ...Keep Reading