Dear Frank, you punk: As promised, here is the story I was telling you. Rather than make you remember where I left off, I will tell you the entire story. Jenn used to hate trains and I wanted her to love them as much as I do. One weekend, when Marie would be working an eighteen hour shift on Saturday as well as her usual shift on Sunday, we all realized she...
Hys hands found their way through the dark to Her hips, gripping them bruisingly as He entered Her roughly from behind. Her gasp of surprise changed to a moan of longing as She felt Hym enter Her. Hys voice was low, Hy mouth close to Her ear, when Hy spoke. "Don't wake Your boi, now; hy needs hys sleep." Her hips moved against Hys, slowly at first then with...
I was only twenty three when my identity was stolen. They used it to buy illegal things. I got charged for it. I had no way to prove that I wasn't the one buying all this shit that they said that I did. I don't even fully no what I "bought", because of security issues. The judge was a hard-ass dyke with no mercy. I didn't have a chance. I was charged with th...
I never thought of myself primarily as a "lesbian", but since I'm definitely into women, I was necessarily part of the gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgendered community. I don't have a problem with that, nor am I particularly proud of it. It just became part of my life, but I don't define myself through my sexual orientation, life's too varied for that. However...
They had been friends for a good many years and sleeping over at either’s house was a common thing. Her friend was a woman of beauty with long, curly brunette hair and piercing brown eyes that were accompanied by a body that drove many men mad with desire. Her breasts heaved with each breath, and one could always see her nipples because they were in a state...
I shook the metal door handle in frustration. It was another hot day in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and I couldn't believe the Marriott's outdoor pool was closed for the second day in a row -- the only day when I had a four-hour afternoon break. I was all suited up in my new black one-piece, hoping to relax poolside with a drink and get to know some of my fellow...
"It's your birthday tomorrow. What do you want?" Emily asked, looking up from her book. I shrugged, indifferent. She was all I wanted. "Oh come on. There must be something. Any sexual fantasies?" I blushed bright red. My fantasies were silly and I knew she would not like them. But my clitoris was pulsating just thinking about it. She caressed my face, wh...
We've all got secrets. And why shouldn't we? It's part of who we are. Having secrets simply means you're a normal person. Sometimes I will never apologize for. My name is Marguerite Alexandre Jean. I'm a five-foot-eleven, lean and athletic, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I teach History at Saint...
"Frederika?" I looked up from my computer screen. It was Carla, standing in the doorway of my downtown Seattle office with a gilt-edged envelope in her hand. "Yes?" "I'm such a dork this week. I got an invitation from a friend of a friend to check out the grand opening of this new jewelry store in Capitol Hill. But I just realized I can't go. I totally fo...
Janie finds a calling. "Damn it, Ken, I told you the doctor said it was common in women like me," Denise said tersely while rinsing a soapy cup and tipping it onto the drainer by the sink. "I wish I could get all wet like I used to, too." Ken was pacing the kitchen, angry, feeling rejected. He'd come home from the office horny and had walked behind his wif...