I had a slight cold and a blocked nose. Not my idea of a romantic first time with a girl, but what can you do? I was insistent on never following female stereotypes anyway — about how we all have at least one lesbian encounter in our early twenties, or even high school years. I was adamant that I knew who I was, and I'd never slobber all over another girl. I...
Thanks to Erosite for the edit. I plan on making this a series. I love ~constructive~ criticism. * The first day of summer was finally here. Although I'm not who you might think as modelesque, I was proud of the weight that I had lost since the beginning of the year, thirty-two pounds, to be exact. I had gotten down to a size 6-8 dress. When I realized t...
It had been raining persistently for three days, and I had no hopes that the sun might return. I didn't mind it so much- it was nice to dance in, naked- by my friend Ruth was pretty much solar-powered and was full of woe, when she arrived with her boyfriend, that the summer sun had departed so soon. Ruth and I often had evenings in together, with our partne...
My boss, Bill Gordon, the VP of marketing, had scheduled an all-day meeting with representatives of one of our biggest clients. Being the assistant VP meant that I had to spend the entire day with a bunch of out of shape stuffed shirts with egos the size of their bank accounts. Not my favorite way to spend a Friday. I tried to look on the bright side, I wa...
Catalina Saint Vincent is my name. I'm a five-foot-eleven, quite curvy and delicious big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Many people accuse me of being naïve because I've led a somewhat sheltered life. That's not true. I'm the most down to earth and realistic person you wi...
Sunday Morning in early March. I joined the regulars for coffee after a disappointing Saturday night; I hate to be part of a closing crowd, and so I'd left the Paradise Bar with fifteen minutes to go before the bitter end. It's my age, I suppose. As fine as I know myself to be at thirty-five, I just don't feel like competing at singles bars any more. So ther...
This is a follow on to Reverse Seduction. It would be best to read that first, but is isn't essential. * For most of the next few days and nights, I felt devastated. I was full of remorse, hugely guilt ridden and I felt ashamed of myself. I found it hard to even look at Kevin when we had dinner in the evenings and talking to Sara on the phone each evening...
The following was copied from Chapter 5a in Erotic Coupling to begin the flavor for this chapter. After showering and getting dressed we hugged and then I heard, "I am really glad that I got stiffed last night. Thanks Amy for making me feel so good. God I hope we can play a lot together." I just gave him an extra tight hug and said, "Well make sure you hav...
Judy pulled or rather jerked out that stubborn bottom file cabinet drawer. She hated doing that right in front of Wendy desk. There was always some kind of sexist remark. Lifting out the file folder, she stood up checking the contents. "Nice show, but you forgot to close the drawer honey. Of course we both know why, you're just looking for an excuse to shi...
Jacquie grew up on a remote outback property. She did her schooling by distance education, at first through a crackling radio connection, and latterly by Internet. Every semester she attended a regional conference for senior high school students. It was a rare opportunity to mix with others her own age. Back at home, the nearest neighbours were 100 miles in...