Savannah's POV; As soon as I reached my friend Sam's home, I put my bag in her room and entered the bathroom. I took out my phone to text Miss Ashley. S: will you let me stay the night? Her reply was instant. My phone pinged as I sat on the corner of the bathtub, shaking my leg out of nervousness. A: if you want to S: my parents think I'm staying over...
I think it is time that I end this relationship sex is one thing and I love forced sex but this relationship is bordering on abuse, but I want her so badly and when she is not with me I miss her and cannot wait until she calls around or calls for me to meet her. I think I am being abused and I never saw it coming, my partner is very strong her body is firm...
My name is Danielle Jean-Pierre. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, curvy and big-bottomed Haitian-American woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business at Algonquin College and I am twenty two years old. I've been in the so-called Confederation of Canada for about eighteen months. Next year, I will enrol at Carleton University to get my bac...
My name is Tessera. Tess for short. I'm 32, a boi-butch dyke and I have a mobile barber service, catering for lezgrrrls and gayboyz - more the former than the latter, but I love my poofy clients. And a surprising number of "str8" (haha) women who, ahem, protest their marital or hetero-partnered bliss rather too much, methinks! Well, in some cases I know that...
A lesbian tale with natural women, muscular women and body hair involved. **************** "Please be careful," Alice Porter said as she stood next to the step stool with her hand on the hip of her neighbor, hoping that the trembling of her fingers wasn't noticeable as she steadied the woman who was attempting to undo the cover of the light fixture. Last...
Thanks to those of you who have written and told me how much you loved the first three chapters. Here's the latest chapter and definitely the horniest night of my life. Please send me your comments to the email address in my profile. Until chapter five, enjoy! This contains material of an adult nature. Do not read if you are easily offended by explicit li...
Sal, my first lover, is as butch a woman as I have ever seen. She is usually wearing the PE teacher's uniform of tracksuit and joggers. Whereas my hair is clippered and shaved, Sal prefers a very 1930s Brylcreamed short back and sides, complete with squared-off sideburns. When she goes out she wears a felt tilby tilted on her head. But underneath her silk su...
She grabbed my wrists and pushed me up against the wall, my arms overhead. I had never been handled so roughly by anyone. But she was Jayne, known for her dominance in bed around the bar scene. She had picked me up earlier that night, at a local gay bar on "fetish night." I was dressed in a tight black vinyl cat suit, she was trussed up in a leather corset a...
Quinn had come to a decision. Hot, humid summers in New York were not good for long hair. After several years of monthly trims, and daily time consuming blow-dries, she wanted a new look to go with her new job. She was on a brief vacation before starting her new position as northeastern marketing director for "Dorothy", a lesbian oriented women's sports/fi...
Black stilettos. The shiny kind, at least four inches tall. I was on a mission to find them, I had to have them; they were oxygen, and I couldn't breathe. So there I sat, clicking away at all my usual fetish wear websites, eyes flicking over page after page of women with fake tans, fake breasts, and these hollow, fake smiles. There is nothing sadder than a w...