This is a simple story that I'd submitted under another name and another title, so if it's familiar, you know why. I was initially going to publish this as a lesbian novella, but decided against it. So… you guys get to read this for free (: Don't forget to vote and comment! ~L. * Ohh fuck, that hurt. I stared into the enraged blue eyes of my lo...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE (June 2004) Heather wasn't superstitious but did believe happenings came in threes. Good happenings and bad happenings, that was. As she put distance between herself and as many Sydneysiders as possible, she reckoned she'd had her share of bad for now. Surely she had. Wasn't breaking up with Ingrid, getting a terminal prognosis on the c...
THE BEGINNING This is the first story in an experiment involving two storytellers, daughter and mother. A Tale of Two Mothers is Tess's account of being raised by two mothers and ends with Tess meeting her partner, Karin. Her mother also has a story to tell and so to spice things up I've decided to do The Courtship of Rachel in parallel. First we have a cha...
A METAMORPHOSIS OF PRIDE or THE RISE AND FALL OF CATHERINE Chapter III MARTA'S METAMORPHOSIS (Translated from Croatian) 1. This is just an online "lesbian" confession I've meant to post in a certain site intended for the very purpose of unburdening myself. I have to write this down, I have to tell someone else what has happened to me; I need to reveal th...
I am watching my monitor and waiting for Aniyah's knock, which is a little overdue. She may not know what this meeting is about, but she will find out soon enough. It is going to be very difficult for me to hide my smile from her, but my plans require me to have a very stern face. I just love this part of my job and have had similar meetings with many of the...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual act are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Violet sighed in frustration as another batch of Amber's filthy jokes popped up in her interoffice e-mails. Q What's the favorite pick up line at the lesbian bar? A: Your face or mine? The pretty twenty year old decided enough was enough and rapi...
She gripped the wheel, swearing softly to herself. There was a sheet of white outside. She couldn't see much of anything. She had turned off the radio. For some reason, she always drove in a blinding snowstorm better when it was silent. The voice repeating in her head was not worried or kind. It was the horrid whine of her boyfriend stating "I told you to ca...
Long before she let herself through the front door it was obvious to Tabitha that Sunbeam was home. From several doors down the suburban street she could hear the sound of seventies heavy metal and, accompanying the record, Sunbeam's own guitar playing that was roughly, but not exactly, in tune. It was a wonder the neighbours didn't complain more than they d...
This is the final part of Emma's bracelet, it has taken a long while to finish but I hope you all enjoy it. It isn't necessary to read the first two chapters but it helps. As always, comments are greatly appreciated. ***** Emma was kicking back on the couch with a half gallon container of dark chocolate ice-cream, secure in the knowledge that any weight g...
It was a short trip to the station, and Helen was quiet for most of it. Just as we got to the car park she spoke rapidly: "You must think I'm mad, talking at you like I did before. I probably am, a little bit. I can't deal with too much happening in my life, I need to keep it simple or I start going off the rails. But I have to know Phoebe's all right." "I...