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...
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...
The name is Marion Brown. I'm a six-foot-three, kind of heavyset and big-bottomed yet good-looking young black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Riddick College and these days, life is okay. I'm having a lot of fun these days. Simply put, things couldn't be better. I am immersing myself into the BDSM lifestyle and to be ho...
Overview: This is a fictional piece of a retired university financial aid / registrar who in her retirement learned she was a lesbian; and a former co-employee who moved away but also found joy and fulfillment as a lesbian. All people are fictitious. ***** Greetings again friends. I retired from being a financial aid expert in the registrar's office at a...
It didn't take long at all before Jen and I were asleep on the plane. Her head was snuggled onto my shoulder and my cheek rested on the top of it, the sweet aroma of her shampooed hair filling my head like incense. I had a blanket pulled up over my breasts because the passenger cabin was so cool and the guy with a unibrow sitting on my other side—a frat guy...
"When will she be here?" Randi stirred the sugar in her coffee as she thought this, gazing at, almost through, her kitchen door looking for that special woman. Especially in the morning, in the first quiet few moments she had to herself before the world required her attention, she would glance at the door and hope, finally, that SHE would somehow magically...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are aged 18 or older. September 17 "Hi, Mrs. Walker. My mom said that you wanted to interview me," dark-haired, leggy eighteen year old Samantha Barker said, as she...
Realising that my pussy was once again crying out for it's waxed Brazilian I decided to try the last beauty therapists that had recently opened in the shopping mall. It was advertising special offers complete with a personal service that would make you coming back for more. I made the appointment. I dropped my children off at school and headed to the plush...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers "Good morning, Christine," I said, leaning on one elbow, my body artistically draped in wrinkled sheet. She snuffled a little in her sleep, then one eye slowly opened. "Where am I - oh...yeah," she replied, a slow smile dawning on her teenaged face. "You seduced me." "Hardly," I said. "I guess we just wore each other out,...
This is a lesbian version of the story Accidents Will Happen -- The Great Art Gallery Robbery As always, your constructive comments are welcome. Accidents Will Happen, "How The Butterfly Tamed The Wildcat" "TURN IT OFF! Jerri, TURN IT OFF!" Mandy said as the butterfly vibrator went into maximum vibration mode sending jolt after jolt of pleasure to her cli...