Short Story: Tiana's Photoshoot...

When my friend Tiana asked me to come see her photoshoot, I had no idea what to really expect. I’d long admired the beautiful girls I saw each and every night on the internet when I strayed from checking email and Facebook and inevitably found myself on some softcore or lesbian site. Sure, I saw girls at work every day and some even knew I was a lesbian, but it was hard to take that leap of faith and tell them I was attracted to them. But with Tiana, it was different. When I flirted, she flirted back. When I touched her cheek and smiled, she rested her head in my hand and said that she didn’t know what she would do without me. All of these emotions were fluttering around within me when I received her invitation to come to what she called her first really racy photo shoot. Imagine the thoughts that were going through my head when she emerged on the set, waved to me, and removed her robe to reveal she was wearing nothing but a little gray cotton cut off top, tiny pair of little white cotton full-back panties, and some long thigh-high socks. Imagine the thoughts going through my head when at one point during the shoot, she looked right at me and mouthed, “You like?” to which, of course, I nodded yes. Then, imagine my surprise when the photographer called it a wrap and Tiana immediately came over to me, took me by the hand and led me back to her dressing room where she immediately locked me in a tight embrace and thrust her lips against mine! Within seconds, we were lying on the couch, me on top, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we had wished to do for so long. My fingers quickly found their way into those little white cotton panties as we maintained our lip-locked embrace. And within mere seconds more, I was down between her legs, my lips and tongue showing my precious lover just how beautiful I thought she was.  

Short Story: An Evening With Selena...

I offered to wear a hoodie, maybe even dress up like I was a boy – but she said that would just arouse more suspicion. She said I needed to look like any other fan – like any other lucky fan – who was chosen to go backstage to meet her. I looked at pictures from her concerts – I had honestly never been to one of her shows when we met that day at the private jet terminal at the airport where I was working part-time, but wanted to make sure I blended in, though I worried I might be a little too old to pass as someone in the audience at one of her shows. I opted for a simple white cotton A-line dress, held in at my midriff with a cute tiny little red belt, and red four-inch platforms – cute and sexy enough, but not big enough to get too much attention. I brought no purse – like she instructed – no identification whatsoever. I put a little red bow in my hair, wore my cute red plastic heart-shaped sunglasses that she said she liked so much, and put on the bright red lipstick she gave me for my birthday. And of course, no panties, just like she had asked. I looked for the security guard she described to me and said to him as I was instructed: “Hi, I am Monica.” He quickly nodded and without a word led me through the security gate at the stadium and down into its back corridors. I wondered if he had any idea why I was there, but then thought, why would he? He guided me through a busy stone corridor, no one taking particular note of me at all. But, after walking just a short distance and passing another security barrier, we seemed to be the only ones around. “This is the backway, as she instructed. No one will see you come in or out. I am the only one with access to this corridor.” I just smiled and nodded, trying to surpress how exciting I found all of this. Then, we arrived at a red door, plain with nothing on it. He took out a key, unlocked the door, and opened it for me. I stepped in and he quickly closed and locked the door behind me. Before I could take another step, there she was, sitting in front of the mirror, as beautiful as I had remembered – as beautiful as I saw on the Internet each and every day when I searched for her just to see what she was up to. She walked right up to me and smiled, taking my hand in hers. Her beautiful bright purple lips met mine and I felt the bright purple lace of her top brush against my arm as her left hand gently rested on the back of my neck. She felt so warm to the touch, smelled so wonderful, and was so pretty that I still could not believe this was real. I jumped forward a bit when I felt her other hand gently graze from the bottom of my ass cheek to the middle of my lower back, completely up underneath the back of my dress. She pulled away from the kiss and her eyes were wide and bright, her face emblazoned with the cutest little look of surprise. “You actually didn’t wear any?!” she said in an excited whisper. “Naughty girl!” “Anything for you, Selena,” I smiled as I moved in closer so our lips could meet again.

Short Story: A Picture Of Lea...

Hate to gush, but sometimes in my dreams I look to my right when I am lying in bed and imagine this is the vision before my eyes, staring back at me. I gently reach up with my right hand and push the few stray stands of hair entwined with her right eyebrow and eyelashes and she smiles a brilliant, beautiful smile, her eyes shimmering in the dim light of my room. “Thanks,” she whispers, almost just mouthing the words as I say back in the same whisper, “You’re welcome.” Our eyes stay locked for second after second as my breath starts to quicken a bit and I build up the courage to start to move toward her. Our eyes stay locked until the very moment that I am close enough to feel her breath, then, as if to tell me she feels the same way I do, her eyes gently close and her lips pucker ever so slightly. My lips meet those soft, lush, pretty lips and as cliché as it sounds…fireworks. Within seconds, we are locked in a tight embrace, our eyes closed, our lips and our tongues dancing in unison, our breath molding into one.