Spring is here
Spring is here. Time to hang out around the old apple tree for late munching the left over winter apples, tart from the cold weather just past, or walking to spring training in the brisk afternoon breeze, blowing away the last of winter’s chill wind and blowing in the cheers of the fans from the cheap seats.
Mardi-Gras Girl on Girl
by Marie LeClare
My girlfriend and I had made plans for the longest time to go and see Mardi Gras, but we had broken up, so a gay guy I know told me he wanted to go. Since I treated him like a sister I decided we would go, because he had told me Mardi Gras was like a sexual Disneyland, and what I really needed was sex.
It was a great day in New Orleans, and the weather was co-operating, as we checked into our separate rooms at the hotel, and changed to our partying clothes.
He told me and I agreed that if we met somebody, we would meet the next day at the hotel for breakfast, lunch, or supper, as the case may be.
As we approached Bourbon Street we could hear the music and the crowds. There were thousands of people all in a party mode, wearing costumes of every description, and all with Mardi Gras beads.
As we walked down to the heart of the French Quarter, or the Quarter as everybody refers to it, we got our Hurricanes and started to dance to the music coming from all the clubs. I don’t know what’s in a Hurricane drink but it’s potent, and its effects were beginning to show with our dancing in the middle of the street like everybody else.
by Marie LeClare
Nancy introduced Marie to the other girls, and told her that she would be up later for them to have a talk and see about regular clothes. No designer clothes were to be allowed in the house.
As Kelsea tried to figure out all of the days happenings, while laying on the bed on her tummy, she heard a soft knock and in came Nancy, walking over and sitting next to Kelsea on the bed.
As Nancy put her hand on the back of Kelsea’s leg she started to rub softly, explaining some of the rules of the house, one being none of the other girls were to share her bed with her, and asking if it felt good her rubbing the back of her legs.
Kelsea was confused, after all that had happened, and now this very attractive older woman with streaks of gray in her hair was rubbing her leg and, oh there now, her thumb had just went under the elastic of Kelsea’s panties.