She's a busy sort, utilizing the finite minutes of each day, always directed, the day's agenda planned at the office in the morning, or sometimes the previous evening, with me aware of it when I see that distracted look in her eyes. Sometimes I think this relationship is ridiculous, too many places where the quilts don't match. But it goes on. Three years no...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
Foreword This story features Heather Hunter and continues her most recent girl-on-girl "romance" (although not very directly and not without diversions along the way). It also includes some straight sex, an activity Hev hasn't ever been able to quit for good. If you are anti "straight" please feel free to skip Chapter Two and enjoy the rest of the yarn. *...
More Than Just Good Friends! Ch. 1 Hi I’m Stephanie I suppose I should start this story off by telling you a bit about me. Well I’m an attractive 29-year-old girl I’m about 5’7’’ with long blonde hair down to just above my ass, I’m very nicely tanned due to spending almost every weekend down at the beach. I have a very athletic body I play a lot of sports m...
Sometimes, people say that I am a lust-filled slut. Like most Butch women. Well, I say I'm not. Being a Butch woman doesn't mean I chase anything in a skirt. I chase hot women because I want to. Pure and simple. The name is Theresa McDowell. A six-foot-tall, green-eyed, blonde-haired and alabaster-skinned Irishwoman living in the City of Nepean, Province of...
You flop down on your couch in your dim, silent apartment, exhaling a deep breath as you rub your eyes. Another week survived. Another five work days come and gone. The monotony of office work made pretty much every day, week, and month blend into the next. You allow yourself another sigh, your eyes now roaming the dark apartment. "Honey I'm home."...
I was a sleep in my own bed, dreaming about some mystery that made no sense, then my dream changed. I felt lips on my neck gently kissing it. I leaned my head right inviting the lips. The gentle kisses slowly became more passionate as the mouth of the kisser began to open more. I moaned when I felt their tongue on my skin. A hand came in and pulled my head t...
Jen walked wearily across the playing fields. On this, like so many Sunday afternoons, sunny, but chilly: she was bored and felling how pointless everything had become. Jen was tall, just shy of 6 foot tall. In fact she was shy in every way, a loner, her only company the cold friendship at her local church. She was 28, and felt attracted to women, but had n...
Kristin and Jenny woke up late the next morning, feeling a bit the worse for wear. Kristin especially was moving very slowly, cursing herself under her breath; she knew better than to drink so much, or to mix her drinks the way she had, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. They dressed and made their way gingerly to the kitchen, where Elena poure...
A week passed and I didn't notice that it was Sunday again. This time, Henrie volunteered to hold the soiree in her apartment so I was spared the agony of having to cook again. I ran out to the store, picked up some wine, two wheels of brie and whole wheat crackers and went down to Jessica's apartment to pick her up. She answered the door in her robe, her go...