Every time I see her, my heart flutters. My name is Fatima Al-Fatah and I am one of those women. What do I mean by that? That's kind of complicated. Do I mean Black women? Definitely. Muslim women? Absolutely. Immigrant women living in the Confederation of Canada? Totally. But what I really mean to say is that I am one of those women who love other women. A...
I found a nice car, with under 100K miles, listed on on the internet for $4000, and I e-mailed the seller to come see it. I got an e-mail from woman named Karla, and she left her cell phone number. When I called Karla, we arranged a convenient time for me to drop by and she gave me her address. The next afternoon, I took the bus over there to her house. I...
Chapter 5: We lay there as the steam rose to the ceiling above the tub and the mirror clouded over. I was completely lost - and very confused about where I was and, in particular, my bizarre behaviour. Here I was, lying in a bathtub, naked, with another woman who, although she had saved my life, was a complete stranger. And I had not only hugged her nude bo...
We had worked together for nearly Eight years. I knew her husband and each of her four children. They went to school with my two in a charter schools near where we lived. Lynn and I socialized but I would not say she was a close friend or anything like that. Perhaps mentor would be a better term to describe our relationship. She was a Managing Partner of the...
The Somali word for lesbian is Qaniisad, and it's often used as a slur for non-conformist females in Somali culture. I used to get teased by other Somali youths in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, where I grew up. I've always been different from other girls, and words like "tomboy" and "masculine chick" got tossed my way often. In later years, I tried to "normal...
Before I started dating my husband, I didn't know much in terms of sex. I had one serious boyfriend, and he ended up being gay. Not many boys had kissed me either, so to say I was inexperienced was an understatement. In the summer of 2010, I let myself loose. I went to parties, I drank, I danced with strangers and ended up making out with a person or two al...
From her window she could see her, short shorts, bikini top showing off her tanned skin that glistened in the summer sun. She was a raven haired goddess, so beautiful, so out of reach. Fiona sighed and made herself turn away. She looked to her pale skin, her red hair and scowled. "I can't even stand outside and watch her. I would fry." She snorted and flop...
My name is Amanda. I'm 20 years old now, but it all started when I was 18 and still in School. I have been ordered by my Master and my Mistress - whom I serve as their personal and willing slut – to write down my most interesting jobs as a callgirl, till I met them. I'm a blonde girl with a slim but curvy body. My blonde hair is going down to my shoulders...
Twisted Sister's Spot is a rarity in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. It's a lesbian bar that is lesbian owned and operated, located not far from downtown. A lot of bars catering to men who like men have lesbian night, but Twisted Sister's Spot is all about the ladies, all the time. Die-hard dykes, curious straight ladies, bisexual women, all kinds of women make...
KRISTEN: I didn't want to be here. The party was loud and the scent of beer was everywhere, making me want to gag. This wasn't my usual scene. But my best friend Alice had begged me to go with her just this once, and there wasn't much I wouldn't do for her. I reluctantly agreed, and she'd squealed with excitement before planting a huge kiss on my cheek and...