Author's Note: Thank you all for your patience; and your comments. All is appreciated and welcomed. The story is fictional. It contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot that I hope you'll enjoy. It's a slow-churned piece and thus, gratification is everything but instant. Also, do check out the previous chapters if you want more juice on the characters. T...
"Stop talking shit about my religion, you lesbian feminist witch!" Those were the first words my future girlfriend Nabila Yassin ever said to me. Most of you would assume that things wouldn't bode well for us, and this is where you'd be wrong. Absolutely wrong. The most passionate couples out there argue the most, and clashing isn't always a bad thing. It tr...
It was late. It was raining. And dark. And cold. The sound of the folk group wafted down the street from the Flying Horse as I nibbled at something that might once have been a cod before it was cremated and sealed in cardboard flavoured yellow concrete and stuffed in newspaper with slices of raw potato. I opened the pub door as the north eats premier (and...
We be getting all kinds of freaky in the hood! Most folks don't know about our shit and that's the way we want to keep it. The hood is full of freaks. Men and women who do all kinds of things. Men and women who are the world's most prominent sexual dynamos and freaks. They get down in ways normal folks cannot fathom. The truth is that a lot of people from th...
Sami and Jena did venture across the river that following week, as planned. Both were dressed to attract, and attract they did. Their plan was to dance and tease with some of the locals that hang out there, at the Loft, but the surprise turned out to be on them. Even though it was the middle of the week, the bar was crowded with patrons; drinking at the bar...
I would like to thank my readers for taking the time to read my stories. Please, contact me for your comments and leave feedback. I enjoy hearing from you! QC When Shine and Mercedes arrived at Mojo Mike's, Rush and George were hefting the last amp up the ramp to the stage in the main room. Mike was down at the bar with Fisher getting ready for the lady...
Being a big and tall, butch Black woman who worships White chicks hasn't made my life easy. My name is Mary Johnson. A Nursing student at the University of Ottawa in the Province of Ontario, Canada. Ottawa is the city I call home. My family has lived there for generations, though we're originally from the Caribbean. I'm six feet tall, with a chubby body, big...
Vic stood alone in the bedroom, staring at the reflection in the full-length mirror as though taking notes. Dark hair, cropped close. Dark eyes, both by nature and by the distant look of loss in them. Full Mediterranean lips in an olive face. Torso covered by a black t-shirt. The leather jacket that went with it was thrown over a chair. Hips and legs clad in...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a newer, re-worked version of the story originally published in 2016. The story now has roughly a page and a half of new content, and the story has been adjusted for better sentence/word flow. As always...if student/teacher dynamic and large age differences are not your thing, please skip this story. For everyone else...please enjoy th...
I’m what has been described as a handsome butch dyke and proud of it. My hair’s close cropped, always neat, and it’s pretty sure you’ll find me neatly dressed in jeans and a button up or a t-shirt so I can show off the arms I’ve worked so damn hard for. I drive a delivery truck, so I get to keep it up without spending hours in the gym. I also get to meet a l...