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...
Neela couldn't believe it. Not another fucking store! she thought to herself. She and Jeanne had been shopping all day looking for just the right dress for Jeanne's big corporate party. Every dress looked beautiful on the pretty brunette but there was always just something not right. Too short, too plain, nobody wear's that style anymore. Neela had heard it...
Of course it was all so absurd. So Jess had been Dyke Grappler Champion for 14 years. The whole thing was a show to get money off gullible people, mainly men who could not resist their dark sadistic side. They liked to see women fight each other, to hear their cries of anguish and pain. The whole thing was an insult to women and particularly lesbians, limiti...
Serendipity. It was a week after Saanvi had used her black magic to both show off to me and eliminate the threat of another Tantric Baba in her 7 hour sex takeover of the established Black Magic business run by witch doctor woman Mallika (see chp. 5 of this series). To all the Indian women present the long brutal ritual was real. Both Saanvi and Mallika tr...
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Aud laid helpless and vulnerable on the floor of the helicopter were I had secured her as my prize. Even broken as she was, her pale beauty drew me in and I tasted the pure blood flowing through the strong vein in her unbroken wrist. True, the taste would be better under more pleasant circumstances for her, but the intoxication of that ever flowing source ma...
"Are you suggesting that what you two did was for my own good?" spoke Sophia in a voice that sounded half offended, half amused. Seated across from her was Amelia in a red shirt with a leather jacket over it, complimented by black jeans. Next to Amelia was Estelle, who was wearing a black baby doll shirt with a cartoon kitten on the front. The kitten, while...
There were two hard frosts that St Stephen's Day: the first, literal on the ground in the dawning, and the second, metaphorical at Westminster Abbey. Ealdgyth made it plain from the moment she awoke that she would in no wise countenance attendance at the wedding. It seemed otiose to comment that we had not been invited, and might, indeed, have been counter-...
'Ah, at last, the Pixie awakes!' I had that groggy feeling that you get when you are overtired and then finally fall asleep for a few hours. Sarah was looking lovingly at me. 'Darling, you did so well last night while we all rested, I am so glad that you managed to rest at last.' She kissed me and pulled me into her arms. That was all the reward I wanted...
This is a follow up to A New Role for My Husband * My life had changed and I was loving it. I met a woman who I found very impressive even before I discovered she was so like me. Miriam and I became fast friends and I told her about my dominance over Carl. She told me that she had had a very similar experience with her ex-husband, mainly she kicked his as...