(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...
Veronique Angelus is the name. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned, voluptuous and big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. People constantly tell them I remind them of professional tennis player Serena Williams. That's cool because she's my idol. A strong Black woman. Just call me the ultimate tomboy. I'm a pre-med student at t...
It was a Friday in early spring in 1986 and Madonna was blasting from the video screens that were everywhere in the Covent Garden Gym in the heart of London. The gym was considered by some to be intimidating, as the walls were covered in mirrors, providing no hiding place for any extra pounds or inches. Sarah didn't really care, as she was addicted to the gy...
I have been relating my adventures with Jola and Zbyszka, the transwomanly poles (pun: they are Poles) of a trio I have called the Narcissae, thanks to their resembling each other to the point of being almost mirror-images, the third P(p)ole being Kasza, the cis-woman. Of course, the likeness does not apply at the genital level. Well, you may not be surprise...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older. "Jerry, what are we going to do for Valentine's Day?" I was suddenly reminded Valentine's Day was a week away. But I was surprised by the reminder since Karen and I have been deemphasizing that day more and more each year. During the two years we were "courting", as a typical male I assumed it was...
“Fucking hell, woman,” gasps Catherine Hart, the new attorney of Pussy Power, “where’s your clothes?” She gets up from behind her desk and scrutinizes my naked body. Catherine is a forty-something and very shapely brunette, dressed conservatively in a two-piece business suit. As she walks up to me, I see her gaze moves up and down by body and when it reaches...
"What do you think about this one?" "She's nice. I like her." "What do you like about her?" persisted Tom. "I like her tits, Tom. They're bigger than mine and I would like to suck them." replied his wife, Penny. Penny was sitting on her husband's lap. They were both studying a girly magazine. Tom turned the page. "There, look at her cunt. Do you like h...
"Damn that Ms Walters. Only two weeks left until we graduate, and she has to assign frigging homework." "Don't sweat it Stacie. I have an idea which will blow the little gray haired lady's mind." "Uh oh Jenny. I don't like the way that sounds. What did you have in mind?" "Well, the assignment was to write a short story, embellishing something that we knew...
Candy and Cindy, inseparable since childhood are destined for lesbian love in mind and spirit. They live within walking distances of CETI. In high school they dated boys mainly because it was the expected thing to do. They found most boys dull, unskilled in social graces, thinking with their cocks more than their brains. Many horny young boys grew noticeably...
I was apprehensive about going home with Darleen, I mean she had told me her family knew about her orientation and accepted it, but I was still too introverted to face others who would know about me. At times I regretted agreeing to go home with her for the weekend, but now felt committed as she was the type of woman who wouldn't take no for an answer. We d...