Chapter 1 My story is one of dismay born of a shocked heart and mind, and who knows what of my soul, if such there is. Doubting was something new to me, specifically about my church beliefs. I had gone to church faithfully since shortly after I was born, my parents being faithful Christians, and attending the same church for many years. It was a good chur...
(Author's note: All of these stories are intended for a very specific audience—lesbians who've had problems with religious beliefs, and their overwhelming desire to love another woman. The mental and emotional stress they have been subjected to, while wholly unnecessary and erroneous, still takes its toll on those so afflicted. These stories were meant to r...
"Isabel. Isabel, there is an ant on your toe." I heard the sounds and I knew she was talking. I saw the words drifting from her mouth. She had such a pretty mouth. Even with the lipstick smeared and her hair disheveled, she was gorgeous. Her dark hair framed her oval face so perfectly, it amazed me. Leelah always had. I groaned and rolled over onto my st...
Mary Morgan sat near the front of the congregation contemplating the choir to her right – or, more particularly, one single member of the choir – her daughter-in-law, Chelsea. Chelsea had been married to Mary's step-son, David Collins, for three years and for all of that time Mary had been fantasising about getting the beautiful young woman naked and into be...
THE BEGINNING. This is a spin off story from the Crossing Over series, I've decided to tell Melanie's story. She was Louise and Sigrid's boss at Westpac and after the death of her husband she got together with Sigrid's younger sister, Elke. It was always on my mind to explore Melanie's character and story in greater detail as she seemed such a strong woman...
The confessions are usually pretty lame: Wearing make-up or feeling funny while watching Justin Bieber but occasionally you get a juicy one and that's a good guide to who might succumb to my charms. I see Peter, tall, thin, serious, awkwardly raising his hand and I feel a bit sick: it's unusual for one of the boys to confess anything. Surely he's not going t...
Verity swung her board hard left to avoid the jagged rocks. She was so used to surfing this stretch of beach, that she now did it almost without conscious thought. Even so, she wiped out as the wave, the board, and her balance all disagreed at once on how much was too much. When her head broke the surface of the water, she kicked out powerfully with her long...
As has been the case with my most recent stories, I want to thank my editor, Terry. I wouldn't try to do this now without his help. His advice helps improve the stories and his eyes catch my mistakes. Thanks so much! ***** Staring out the window, Suzanne wished her mood matched the bright sunny day. It had earlier but her lunch date had been yet another in...
Author's note: Although the idea is clearly inspired by a certain Disney Channel sitcom, I've never cared much for the show (or its star). But I've always been intrigued by the idea of someone having to keep a secret identity (probably from all the superhero comics I read as a kid), and by the question of just how far—sexually—someone could go and still ret...
Woke up this morning feeling so alive, so invigorated, and filled with eager anticipation. Tonight was the night that Debbie was bringing her friends and Sharon over and my pussy was dripping just thinking about it. I sat at the kitchen table thinking about how I was going to get mother and daughter together. After considering the many possibilities the best...