My friend Alana had just spilled her guts, and then some. She confessed one thing I secretly already knew: that she was into women now. Then she described in vivid, exciting detail her first time making love to a woman. After the story, she went to explain that she was using our trip to Vegas—which we were still en route to via a red-eye commercial flight—to...
I don't want to be a lesbian but I might not have a choice. What am I going to do? I feel like I don't know anything anymore. My name is Halima Hussein and I am a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. If you saw me walking around wearing my long skirt and hijab, with my Koran tucked under my arm, you'd assume I was just a...
It was Valentine's Day, and it was dark and stormy. It had been raining all through the night and into the morning, a cold winter rain with a dark sky that didn't show any signs of stopping. It wasn't the passing rain that Southern California usually experiences, and Andrea loved it and appreciated it as a welcome and exciting change from the usual. She had...
"Simone! Please stop daydreaming! Have you heard a word I said?" Lady Hawley spoke testily to her daughter, who was gazing dreamily out the window of the carriage. Simone thanked her lucky stars that mind reading was not one of her mother's gifts. "Sorry Maman, I drifted off for a moment. You were discussing my French grammar were you not?" "No dear, tha...
Firstly, apologies for the delay in getting this wrapped. It was a sort of request that originally came about from a private joke. As I was writing it, the plot developed somewhat my original plan was scrapped and the majority of the chapter rewritten until I was totally happy with the outcome. I just hope that Davina and Brian enjoy reading it. Thank you...
//Author's Note: This story is part of a small collection of Lesbian stories I'll be uploading this week. This particular one is an edited resubmission of a story that was previously posted on Literotica. Apologies if you've already read this (although, given the low view count before, that seems unlikely!). This one was posted in a different category, so ov...
I would like to say thank you to those who have read all four parts of this story! I hope that you enjoy the final installment! If you have any comments or feedback then I would really appreciate it! If you have stumbled upon this then you don't need to have read the previous three but if you enjoy you could always go back! Thanks to all of those who have...
The story is part one to several more chapters and involves situations of non-consent. If you do not condone unwanted sexual encounters, please do not read any further. _______________________________ It had already been three years since Rooney left her hometown back in Beaufort, South Carolina for the bustling metropolis of New York City. Three years at...
When Lisa got downstairs she was surprised to discover that Cecilia was the visitor waiting for her in her enormous, opulent living room. 'Cecilia?' Lisa said, glancing sideways as though expecting to find someone else. 'What ... what's wrong?' 'Your maid let me in. I hope you don't mind,' Cecilia said. Her clammy brow furrowed and her feet twisted on the...
How I Learned to be Proud of My Breasts Background: The Trainer I hate men, passionately. They're hairy, ugly, and all too often, dirty. I can't stand the feel of their stupid faces against my skin. They're either unshaven, therefore tickle, or poorly shaven, therefore scratch. Their bodies are hairy and ugly and misshapen, too. They have no soft places...