Once again an english story with the usual ask of not blaming me too much for the bad wording and spelling of my writing in a foreign language. It was shortly after my 24th birthday in September when I had booked a one-week holiday in a small Spanish village called Nerja near Malaga. I spent the holiday with three friends (all girls) of mine and it was quit...
"Wahida, tell me please, in your own words, why should I hire you?" said Lucinda Lopes, who emphasizes quite often that her last name ends with an S and not the Z that everyone assumed. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, bronze-skinned and dark-haired Colombian-Canadian woman looked at the young Somali Muslim woman who sat opposite her, and frowned. This one is...
Welcome to our entry designed for the over fifty crowd. We of retirement age have conformed long enough to society's rules. We had to make our income and feed our families. Now it's time to live and stop merely existing. I am not implying that this is your only window to your imagination. But if you are not inclined to be artistic, then the body/mind combin...
The first time I laid eyes on Alex McGuigan was in September 2010. We were moving in to our university halls of residence together. There were four of us moving into a flat, all with en-suite bedrooms to embark on our first year of undergraduate study. Moving-in day was awkward, with various sets of parents running to and fro up the stairs, down the stairs,...
Only one office had lights still on at this hour. The rest of the company had long since gone home on a Friday, but for the young employee the hours drove by with agonizing frustration. Alexa at the age of 18, just graduated from high school and found her first job. She had only been with the company for three months over the summer and would soon start nigh...
What she liked was a woman's arms that showed defined rounds of shoulders and biceps, a hint of muscle, the same in thighs and legs, a body at the same time sleek and dynamic, restrained in its energy. She had known such a woman only once in her life, a girl she had met while a student at Wellesley, an athlete, but the girl had been a senior while she was on...
I slept through the day in the darkened room that Grace had offered me. I slept soundly, not having heard a cry from her all while I slept; she even managed to slip out to her day life without stirring me; I found that touching that she believed I was truly asleep in those precious hours we shared in her bed together. It allowed my thoughts to wander back to...
Martine thrust a bite of scalloped veal into her mouth, chewed and swallowed quickly, then pointed her fork at Helen's lunch. "Aren't you going to eat any more of that?" Helen smiled wistfully down at her Caesar salad and shook her head. "I can't afford to have more than a morsel or two at lunch, dear. I can't burn it off the way you younger gals do." Mart...
Trying not to look nervous, Sharon walked towards the door of the pub. The sign beside the door said, 'Strictly Over 21s Only'. The doorman looked imposing. His black suit and his steely gaze suggested he would take no nonsense from anyone. With her heart pounding in her chest and her older sister's driving licence in her handbag, Sharon walked up to the doo...
Comments are welcomed. Please do not copy or distribute this story. This is a story involving sex between a middle aged woman and a 21 year old woman. This is a subject near and dear to me. If anyone has any lesbian stories involving age differences, I would appreciate reading them. * * * * * I was invited to spend a few days at my older brother's condo...