Six months. That's how long I had been enveloped in the world of being a lesbian. How long I'd been in a relationship with Jenna Swallow. How long it had taken me to accept that my life would never be the same again. I had gone from being engaged to a man I thought I'd loved, to moving into my girlfriend's apartment after an extended trip to Tuscany and Pa...
Hey everyone, here's part 3 of what will be called Love on the Baseketball Court Book 1: Rivals. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think. This story and the characters are protected under copyright. Enjoy! Marcela's Perspective Tuesday morning, Sarah and I get up early like always and head off to the gym. We shoot around and do a few drills as w...
It was cold, blustery and below zero out and I was right where I wanted to be -- wrapped in a fuzzy pink robe, all clean and smooth from my bubble bath. My other half had taken off to a Dolphins game for the weekend with a bunch of guys so I had the house to myself and a bottle of apple pucker and a salt shaker to keep me company. I'd already thrown back qui...
Sometimes I took a certain perverse pleasure in chiding Gretchen in front of guests, but on this occasion I was genuinely irritated. Or I thought I was!!!" Normally neat enough in her movements, discreet and self-effacing, Gretchen upset the cream jug on the coffee table dangerously near to the elegant knees grouped around it. I angrily ordered her to get a...
Amber had never been happier in her life. Although she hadn't yet come out as bisexual to her parents, she knew that her relationship with Mandy, her girlfriend and roommate, was going really well. She would feel so lonely walking across the beautiful campus of N.Y.U. every morning and afternoon, but when she would return in the direction of her dorm, her pu...
Sadie's Travels One of my oldest memories is of fire...the hot, acrid smell of smoke...a crowd gathered, yelling...my mother screaming...and two loud, heavy, life-altering pops. A shotgun I think. I was later told the fire I remembered was a huge cross burning on our lawn. It wasn't a large lawn, just a small patch really, but my father was pretty proud of...
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...
Chapter Sixteen (Saturday 27th April 2002) Naz woke to find herself entwined with Heather's naked body, which was as pleasant an awakening as she could remember. Hev was still snoozing so, seizing the opportunity, she kissed her on the tip of her nose. Then she kissed her eyelids, one by one. Heather was unbelievable in bed, she decided. She was tireless...
I got back from a business trip a little earlier than expected and decided to spend that day, that had come out ouf the blue, with Nina. My wife didn't expect me back for another day. It was like 4 in the afternoon when I got to Nina's place and let myself in with some flowers in my hand. Nina wasn't in. I had expected her to, as she had told me she was stud...
An earlier version of this story was submitted elsewhere. I retain all rights. * Primal Urge: My Surprising Entry Into the Sorority of Catfighting Wives Chapter 1: The Initiation A lot of my acquaintances whisper that I married for money. I didn't. I married for security. I grew up in circumstances that led me to appreciate comfort, safety, and a man who...