Connie searches for the Eastern Wind and Kat breaks her ties with the past. The motorcycle club heads home, and the term devil dykes takes on a new meaning for the witches of Anaconda. Connie moped around her apartment for a couple of hours before dressing and going down stairs to the bar. It had been almost a week since she had been below in the Lucky Ei...
Have you ever been nervous? I have... My husband had finally given me a weekend where I could do whatever I wanted and he would not ask any questions. The only rule was no men! I knew right away what I wanted to do. I waited anxiously for her handle to show up on my yahoo messenger and nearly jumped out of my seat when it did. As fast as I could type I tol...
I'm a masseuse but let me get one thing straight right from the start. I am fully qualified in both sports and relaxation massage. I'm also a lesbian so I specialise in massaging ladies only but until I met Sue I had never given a sexual massage to any of my clients. A few ladies have asked for sexual favours during a massage but I always say 'no' as one can...
These stories are meant for people who are Adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read. I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like t...
Lucia's heart was in her throat as she knocked on the door. The house was bigger than she remembered, enormous and imposing, like she had to keep an eye on it. Beautiful, but mostly frightening. She'd been advised that the son had moved out years ago, but the husband was almost worse, untouchable since he'd avoided that prison sentence. She stood up straight...
In the previous chapter Fact or Fiction with my lovers called back to war, I was left standing on the steps waving them Goodbye. If you haven't read that chapter then may I suggest you do so. Again many thanks to all those offering encouragement: The one problem being, is the more encouragement I get, the longer my episodes become. * It all started about...
As I lay masturbating in my bed, I choked off a sob of frustration. I had sworn I wouldn't torture myself this way any longer. But every night, I would see images of Cindy: her long blond hair tumbling down over her shoulders as she undressed. Her white undergarments from Sears (so I imagined) straining at the seams until she freed her flesh, just slightly c...
I was standing in front of my tiny, jumbled closet looking in vain for suitable clothes to take to New Orleans. It had been sooo easy down in the Caribbean because all I needed was a couple pieces of floss to wear over my itty bitty titties and Brazilian waxed coochie. Rich, poor, who knew when you're half naked and dripping wet? Who am I, you may be asking...
Ok, so I'm not really sure how to start. I've never really tried to write down my thoughts or experiences. But, Jenn, my best friend since High School, told me that I was a good writer and that I should write something about our travels this summer. So, here goes. Jenn and I have always talked about making plans for a summer away from it all. Unfortunately,...
Note: Thank you so much for making "First Day of School" the Lesbian Story of the Year in 2003. It was obvious from the beginning that there had to be a second day. Here it is. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * My first year as a third grade teacher was going well. Much better than I had expected, in fact. The kids were great; my principal was great; and the...