The sunlight streaming through my bedroom window slowly woke me from my slumber. My body felt chilly and I found that the bedsheet only covered my butt and one leg. After blinking a few times to adjust my eyes, I rolled onto my back and stretched an arm across the King sized bed to touch my new lover. I was surprised to find that she wasn't there. I sat up...
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...
The name is Veronique Angel. I'm a six-foot-three, busty and big-bottomed, voluptuous Black woman of Jamaican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm the top lawyer on the legal defense team working with the world-famous Massachusetts General Hospital. I love my job. Especially when it's time to take on life and death decisions. Ye...
I had always hated effeminate men. I don't know why, precisely, since I had always laughed at the term "manly man", but for some reason, effeminate qualities in men never failed to put me off. I didn't precisely go for the boorish sort either - the beer guzzling, foul mouthed uncivilised brute types made me curl my lip in disgust. Too demanding, perhaps. In...
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...
Amanda had returned from her vacation late at night. She quietly entered the home she shared with Katie, slipped off her heels and slowly tip-toed up the stairs. Walking down the hallway, she gently turned the doorknob and pressed against her bedroom door. Buried under the covers was Katie, Amanda's wife. "Oh, she looks like an angel," Amanda thought to he...
The angel's name was Skye. Blonde hair gave in to tangles as the prior holy being plummeted towards the Earth's surface. Wings shadowed and not working, Skye gritted her teeth and closed her blue eyes as she prepared to hit the ground below. And hit the ground she did; hard too. To be a being without death but with pain is a fate crueler than most people wi...
Author's note: This story flows from the "Dawn's Orgy" series. With the exception of a liberal use of fantasy it is very true to actual events in my life. It is so sad the homophobia runs rampant everywhere. Following spring break, the campus retuned to normal activity. The cheerleaders practiced artistic dance routines for the upcoming baseball season....
Chapter Two: First Date Hey A, I'm running late. Feel free to order. Sorry sorry sorry. - S It's no problem. Thanks for letting me know. My lateness was entirely self-inflicted. I'd been nervous all day, trying to work out how to navigate the minefield in which I now found myself, and so I'd been procrastinating until at last my fear of lateness overcame...
*Full Disclaimer: This erotica is catered for LESBIAN WOMEN, but you are welcome to read regardless of gender or orientation! *** It had been an eventful month for Claire. She came over to Sabine's house nearly everyday to tutor her. About an hour into the session though, Sabine would start to fiddle with Claire's blouse, popping button by button open. Cl...