"What the hell is this?" I say when I see what's lying on the table. I had sauntered over for a beer and to give a quick glance at the box, just to see if Lauren had decided to indulge me with a Segal- or -Van Damme action flick, or went instead with a cheesy, romantic chick flick that would either put me to sleep, or, best case scenario, put her in the mood...
You know what it's like in the morning after one of those funky parties, the dawn light coming in through the windows to show the stains on the cracked walls, the assorted crap scattered on the wooden floor, a fat butch sleeping with her mouth open, the girl beside her with torn nylons and a face smeared with mascara and lipstick, maybe a dozen other women l...
"50% OFF EVERYTHING!!!" is what the sign read on the window of the candles and pottery store. Never being one to turn down a good sale, I went in. The shelves were pretty much picked over, and most of the good stuff was long gone. What did remained was mostly made in either rainbow or lavender colors, indicating that the store was catering to the local gay a...
(This story takes place shortly after the previous Serena story "A Night at the Symphony". Some familiarity with Serena from the previous stories might help move the story along.) I was absolutely right. She did fit right in my lap. I thought she would, so that wasn't a surprise. What was a surprise though was that she seemed to be a mighty aggressive woman...
I am Ashley, a professional woman from Chicago. I had my first lesbian experience in college. It felt a little weird, but I was aroused. I thought it was a phase, which I was going through. I didn't think of it much, at the time. I dated a few guys in college. Years later, I met a seemingly decent guy. I married him in 2018. It didn't work out, and we had t...
The lakeside restaurant has a good reputation for its wine cellar, its original food creations, its spectacular view, its conviviality. ***** 'It's been over a year. She knows everything about me. There's nothing to worry about.' Aida tells herself. 'I'm only meeting a friend, a good friend... My therapist says I should stop spinning everything and look...
Veronique Angelus is the name. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned, voluptuous and big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. People constantly tell them I remind them of professional tennis player Serena Williams. That's cool because she's my idol. A strong Black woman. Just call me the ultimate tomboy. I'm a pre-med student at t...
Introduction: The following is a work of fiction. It is not intended to be taken seriously. It contains rough sex between two women and there's a lot of language that might offend. If you're a woman, know that this isn't a sweet lesbian romance. If you're a man, it might not be for you. If you read it and decide to call me a bunch of names, well, you're ju...
--I know that this is a short story, but it is my first story in the sexual genre. Please try to enjoy it-- Charlotte was a beautiful, literally both inside and out. She sported long golden blonde hair that fell mid length to her waist and glistened regularly in the occasional sunlight. She had blue eyes that changed from light to dark overtime and a full b...
Author's note: One of the core themes of this story is the subject of being born intersex. If you are not interested in such a subject then please move on. * Chapter 1 Jade O'Connor Anders was in the prime of her life. At twenty-seven she was strikingly beautiful and seemed to have it all. She was a top literary agent in a successful company, had been ma...