It was as Elaine collected the hymnals from the ends of the pews after Mass on a dreary Sunday morning that she saw the young woman for the first time. She was sitting near the back, dark-skinned and striking, slender like a big predator cat. Her head was bowed slightly, so that Elaine could see her metallic gold eye shadow. She had black hair, braided thin...
Author's Note: This story is pure fiction. All the characters are from purely fictional and not based on any real person or person. Note to readers: This story is 14 Lit pages long. ***** Chapter 1 "Fe, fi, fo, fum, We think Fiona's needing some. Fe, fi, fo, fum, Fiona's gotta cum." Their sport with me seemed to revolve around a game they played to f...
Jen walked wearily across the playing fields. On this, like so many Sunday afternoons, sunny, but chilly: she was bored and felling how pointless everything had become. Jen was tall, just shy of 6 foot tall. In fact she was shy in every way, a loner, her only company the cold friendship at her local church. She was 28, and felt attracted to women, but had n...
Kat woke even before her alarm clock rung, with a gasp of anticipation. Sunday morning. The best goddamn fucking morning of the whole week. She began getting ready for church easily, without haste or worry. She hadn't missed a visit to the Lord's Temple in five years, and by now she knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly which tight dress she...
Welcome to chapter 2 of Lena and Daphne (and Shay). Please favorite, rate, comment and shoot me some feedback if you are so inclined. *********************** It was Tuesday morning, almost 9am and I was outside Shay's house waiting. This would be the fifth day Daphne and I ran together. Church the other day was uneventful. The previous runs also. No coyn...
After they fucked, she and Darcie had laid together in the kitchen and talked. Eventually, Elizabeth got up and took a shower to wash the smell of sex off her body, not that John would notice. Darcie watched her dress, still nude. "You know, you don't have to leave. You should stay with me tonight. We can hang out." She shook her head. "Darcie, this was rea...
I always smile whenever I see Dolores Chavez, knowing the illicit behavior she has coaxed from others. For many years, she was the "Queen" of our school district, and in her role as President of the Parent-Teacher Association, she loved having sex with women. Were these naughty habits common knowledge? Not at all. To most people in the school district, Dolo...
It was last spring when I first meet Sandra; she lived about an hour away in a neighboring state. My husband, Rick, and I had gone with our church to help fix up an old widow's home. Sandra attended our sister church and they had also joined us. We had only been at the house a few minutes when their bus pulled up. I remember the moment I first saw Sandra; sh...
It was Sunday morning, and Elizabeth and her husband John were in their Sunday best at the 9 o'clock church service. Elizabeth wore a long, floral dress, pink with blue flowers, and she had her hair plaited across her right shoulder. John was dressed in a shirt and tie, and from the neck up he looked good, like the man she remembered marrying so many years a...
(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...