A Superman: The Animated Series yuri fanfiction Queen Maxima of Almerac tried to find comfort on men, but they all disappointed her. It had to be in the arms of her loyal handmaiden Sazu the beam of hope she wanted for so long
A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In a snowbound Kansas library, Isabel Torres, still haunted by her first love, rereads The Price of Salt alone after hours. When Harper Ellis bursts in from a blizzard—seven years after leaving without warning—their reunion ignites raw grief, fierce apologies, and desperate passion. Tears mingle with kisses as they reclaim each other on the cold marble floor, bodies and hearts colliding in a storm of longing and absolution. The book waits open, a witness to love that refuses to stay broken.
A Story in the Second Best Universe Second Best, Book II. If you haven't read Second Best, you'll probably survive -- but it will give you something to do, after... Strange Relationships was a finalist for the Silver Clitoride Award for April 2006.
A story of inter-racial love in the Old South. Be warned that the language is based on that of the time. It may not always be politically correct by modern standards.
This is a romance. If you want a stroke story, download something else.
A She Is Story A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.
Brad Tarkenton was rich and powerful and... alone. He'd lost everything that meant anything to him. Now, on a business trip, he'd meet a woman who would surprise him and, possibly, even make his life complete. Codes, in this case, would spoil the suspense and surprise of the story. Go to B.O.B's blog for an explanation of why he feels some stories shouldn't be fully coded.
Isabela arrives in Rio for the first time, meeting Thiago in Ipanema. Their taxi ride teases with his hand high on her thigh. Inside his apartment, he pins her to the wall, fingers plunging deep with wet sounds, tasting her arousal. He fucks her hard against the plaster—sharp slaps of skin, slick squelches, her cries echoing—until they both shatter. In bed, slow rolling thrusts build softer, deeper climaxes, bodies slick and trembling in the salt-scented dawn.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight
When Deepa’s controlling husband leaves for Dubai, the beautiful, successful mother finally embraces the forbidden desires she’s hidden for years. Alone with her handsome 18-year-old son Rohan, Deepa’s long-suppressed passion explodes. What begins as tender affection quickly turns into raw, intense, taboo mating as mother and son surrender to their deepest lust — with the secret knowledge that Rohit, the powerful man who has always loved Deepa, is actually Rohan’s real father.