Chapter 1 I came out of the dry cleaners carrying an armload of garments and spotted my partner Carla McBain behind the steering wheel of my little blue Honda Accord waving her hands like there was a spider in the car. "Linda! Linda!" she called excitedly. "Come here! Quick!" I hurried over to her. "What's all the fuss?" "I was listening to the police sca...
One of my favorite sessions of lovemaking happened on a Saturday night after my girlfriend and I came home from dancing at "Horizons", a lesbian dance club. We were both a bit tipsy from the wine we had drunk, and the taxi ride home was full of innuendos at what we would do to each other when secreted in our lovers nest (okay, our messy apartment that we sha...
Meet Butch, a strong woman living in The City. You've seen her around, a chubby, dark-skinned female walking about town with more swagger than the average Man. Butch was raised by her Father alongside her Brothers, and never learned how to be Feminine, whatever the fuck that means. A long time ago, Butch discovered that she likes the Ladies and her Family wa...
continued... Day 9... Monday morning broke with the threat of yet, another rainstorm, flashes of lightning bright in the dark clouds still over the Gulf, heavy grey clouds over the island that is Gulf Shores. Marni and I figured we could get our run in and get back to the duplex before the rains came. We did, but just barely. Marni had no sooner closed t...
Come Aboard Sandy stretched out on the deck of her shipshape lobster scow, "Spanking Jenny." The sun was good, not too hot this early in the season, but still warm enough to invite her to relax. Josh and Hank would razz her if they caught her in this bikini. They almost never saw her in anything but waders and a tattered yellow sou'wester. Rusty blond hair...
Well I guess that is one benefit of going away for a week; I have a big pile of mail waiting for me. I dumped the load on the dining room table and started sorting through it. Bill, bill, junk, junk, ... not for me, not for me, ... bill, not for me. Does the mailman use a white cane or a seeing eye dog? By the time I finished, the 'not for me' pile was almo...
The sex lives of women who love who love women hold much fascination for many around the world. When looking at the lives of lesbians and bisexual women who come from outside the European realms, it's important to take culture, religion and nationality into account. Those ladies don't exist in a vacuum and where they come from affects everything about their...
This girl I know named Stephanie's a cool chick. We got things in common, aside from shopping at the mall. For example, we both like going out to strip clubs where the men take it off. We also like to travel and go on trips. On one trip, we went to Las Vegas with a few our gal pals for a girls-only trip where we shopped, club hopped, dined, and checked out a...
Veronica is in a take charge mood now as she starts playing with my pussy. I can see the lust in her eyes. She teasingly caresses my pussy while ever so slightly playing with my clit. Enough to make me gasp and long for more. She’s not going to give in to me that easily though. I’m lying on my back on the couch. She slides up between my legs until she’s on...
Hey, there. My name is Catherine Burning and I'm a five-foot-nine, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a real estate agent by day and a BDSM fanatic and interracial domination enthusiast by night. I live in my mansion with my assorted slaves, a group of women whose only ambition in life is to serve me. Sexu...