She cowered on the church steps. Her ivory satin, wedding gown was rumpled and dirty, a white-on-pearl rosebud veil tumbled off her straggling hair. A bouquet of wilting pink roses and baby's breath lay upside down beside her scuffed, silken slippers. "C'mon honey," a woman, wearing a blush-pink, bridesmaid dress, whispered while tugging at a non-responsive...
Tashkent, Uzbekistan- Yara arrived in the grim ex-Soviet Central Asian republic, at a time when she was still exploring her sexuality, and Uzbekistan did not look like a great place to explore it. She had spent three months in Israel, where she had lost her virginity and in total had sex with 8 Israeli guys, 4 Israeli girls, 9 Palestinian guys and 3 Palestin...
Harriet and Helga have agreed to spend more time with each other after Harriet outs herself to Helga, but because Helga's husband has been spying on her for his masters, Harriet suggests they exchange private information about each other. Helga is hesitant at first but she is anxious to please her new found friend and is angry that the Nazis have been spying...
"God, tonight was fantastic! I felt like I owned the place!" Tammy said as she stretched in her chair. Ana smiled, sipping her drink on the balcony, the traffic sounds a distant symphony of the city below. Tammy hadn't changed much since high school. "I mean, that was like back in high school when we owned the place!" she enthused as if to underscore Ana's...
Quinn had come to a decision. Hot, humid summers in New York were not good for long hair. After several years of monthly trims, and daily time consuming blow-dries, she wanted a new look to go with her new job. She was on a brief vacation before starting her new position as northeastern marketing director for "Dorothy", a lesbian oriented women's sports/fi...
I loved cuddling up with Emily. She knew what I needed after the erotic adventure we had been on - a secure and safe haven. I found that in her arms. There was something visceral in my need to be between her breasts, something primal; the reaction of the small, and therefore vulnerable, to being sheltered by the stronger. Between that, and the orgasms, we m...
Yasmin Sharif knew that Stephanie Claude was trouble the moment she walked into the Little Mogadishu Restaurant on that particular Tuesday evening, sauntering in with a bright smile and confident stride, like she owned the place. The young Haitian Canadian woman had that unique swagger common to those gals from the City of Montreal, Quebec. A style, confiden...
Chapter 04 The Slave Ceremony "Where do you get these lovely pets from?" Patty asked. "All sorts of places. Sometimes I find them in a club, or through someone I work with, or they come to me, like lovely Leelee here. Pet Leelee walked into a friends store I was looking after. The dear little pet was feeling sorry for itself, and needed comforting. I gath...
I grabbed everything I thought I might need as I headed out of my apartment. My cell phone rang yet again and I answered it with an annoying hello. "I'm on my way for real this time, I promise". I hung up the phone, and practically ran to my car; I was not really late, considering we had hours before the club even opened. I tossed all of my bags into the b...
This story, and all my stories, contain real and fictional characters from long ago memories and from recent events in my life. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by nature in most relationships, sometimes extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories and please comment to...