Welcome to my blog! I write sensual/erotic lesbian romances. I also dabble in poetry and have recently begun writing screenplays. I hope you enjoy your visit!
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A young woman fights to prove her innocence after being
falsely charged with murder while trying to win the heart of the woman she
loves.
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J.C.'s fingers melted into her flesh, bringing back floods of memories of
those fingers and hands roaming over every inch of her bare flesh. "We
can't, J.C. That's over for us," she weakly replied.
J.C. brushed her lips over Samantha's soft cheek, and then moved to her
full lips. Samantha's body trembled, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Just one more time."
Samantha pushed her away. "No, J.C.," she said breathlessly.
"We can't."
"Why? You want it as much as I do, baby," she whispered as she
continued to move her hands over Samantha's body. "I want you. Tell me
that you want me just as much. I need to feel you next to me again...just this
one night. Then it'll be over if that's what you really want. I promise."
She lightly ran her fingertips over Samantha's breasts.
As Zinna ambitiously pursues her artistic dreams in New Orleans,
she wonders if it is worth the sacrifice if she has to give up the love of her
life.
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A warm sensation crept through Zinna's chest, then down to her genitals.
She'd had this heated sensation before, and when the feelings became too intense,
and she thought she would lose her mind, she would gently move her hand to her
vagina and relieve her yearning. She should pull her hand away from Megan's,
but she couldn't. A powerful urge much stronger than her usual sensibility
overtook her mind. Her emotions were raw and on edge. She needed to know. Why
had Megan tormented her with all these questions? What did Megan really want
from her? What did she really want from Megan? She was terrified of what lay
ahead tonight, but she had to take the risk. She leaned in closer. She felt
Megan's sweet breath near her mouth. A tremor went through Megan's hand, or was
it her own, or both? It felt like an electric current was surging through her
veins. In a moment, she would totally suffocate.
"What do you want from me?" she weakly whispered.
Megan's voice was barely audible as she whispered back, "Nothing you
haven't all ready figured out."
Megan's mouth moved closer to her own. A soft moan escaped from her
throat.
Callie Stone is a troubled teenager trying to come to
terms with her feelings toward the same sex. Living in small town USA in the
sixties, only adds to her confusion.
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Katie grew quiet. Callie needed to know what she was thinking and how she
was processing this new revelation about her. After what seemed like an
eternity of silence, Callie nervously looked at her. Katie was staring at her
with a strange, haunted look in her eyes. Everything moved in slow motion and
they were suspended in time. Katie moved closer and closer to her, their eyes
locked together. Before she could grasp what was happening, Katie's soft and
gentle lips were on hers. A warm awareness ignited her body and she swallowed
hard as the blood rushed to her head.
Katie removed her lips and backed away. "Was it like that?" she
whispered, her eyes searching Callie's.
Callie couldn't answer. Her voice was trapped in her throat. The kiss was
too much to wish for and so unexpected that for a brief moment she thought that
maybe she'd imagined it. If Katie only knew how long she'd wanted to be with
her--to hold her, to kiss her lips. She looked into Katie's eyes, now seeing
the unmasked fear of what she'd just exposed about herself.
Katie ran a shaky hand through her hair. "I'm sorry, maybe I
shouldn't have done that." She moved away. "Please don't think. . .
maybe I should go home."
Rachel Summers can't stand living a lie, which is what
she and her partner Kerri Tabor are subjected to in their small town. Rachel
yearns for the freedom of a big city where they can live and love the way they
choose.
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Rachel looked at her barely able to stand the pain in her lover's eyes.
"I love you with all my heart, Kerri. I want a future with you, but just
not here."
"I can't figure you out at all some times, but I can tell you one
thing...the way you're talking doesn't make me feel very secure."
"I do love you so much, Kerri. Please don't ever doubt that."
She grabbed Kerri's hands.
Kerri gazed into Rachel's eyes then leaned in closer softly moving her
lips as she gently caressed Rachel's neck with tender kisses. "Do
you?" she hoarsely whispered. "Show me." She rubbed Rachel's
back, and then unhurriedly undid her bra. Her hands found the familiar breasts
and she softly cupped them, massaging first one and then the other. A moan
escaped from Rachel 's lips. "We have so much passion together," she
murmured slipping a hand inside Rachel's jeans and teasing her with her
fingertips until Rachel hurriedly undid her jeans sliding them down her slender
legs.
I usually like to plan out my books and stories before
writing them, but no matter how much planning I do, it never works out. When I
finish a story and look over my original notes, about the only thing that has
remained the same are the character names and locations.