I've never called myself a lesbian or bisexual but when I was in college I did some experimentation. I love the penis as much as the next girl but when it comes to knowing how to pleasure a girl, girls know best. Girls are generally less selfish and take their time because they aren't just trying to blow their load. Did it make me a bad Catholic girl? Don't...
* If you haven't read the first chapter, Rose broke her marriage vows by having an affair with another woman who had become a widow. Rose admits she murdered her husband and went to trial and she tells the jury and court room audience her story. * Rose Belvedere Ashton did not want to look back, for it felt as if she was physically moving back in time to r...
(Note To Readers: This story does not feature anyone having sex. The characters only discuss sex and their relationship. If not for some of the explicit words it could be rated PG 13. If you are looking for something more hard core please don't waste your time.) * "Why won't you suck my nipples?" "Are you serious?" "Yes. I suck yours all the time!" "But...
Nia's curiosity takes form and leads to adventures [This is a story of girl-girl recreational sex of a genetic girl who was born with a penis and views the world and is perceived by others as a female.] Nia, Jean and Naomi are classmates attending an all women's college. Nia and Jean are roommates. Nia had been born and raised in Africa. Her parents were d...
The Lit categories are tough when the story moves across boundaries; this one gets more complicated. Some readers will respond with negativity and hit the ratings; oh well. I try to write for myself anyway. As one reader suggested: "The whole idea ----, is that stories open your mind & educate you to new ways of seeing & experiencing the world." Please r...
She was so beautiful. Her body voluptuous and her breasts the perfect size. She had brown hair and wore it in a bun. She was so classy but showed just enough cleavage to drive me wild. If I could just stare at her all day I would. I longed for her, to touch her. I longed to caress my hands all over her nipples. "Christina... Christina ..." She called. "Did...
This story, while fictional, is based on real life events in the lives of thousands born male with female identity. They are by nature psychologically and emotionally female but anatomically male. It is a matter of gender identity with these individuals. They are not transvestites but transsexual or transgender. In order to correct nature's mistake, as it mi...
Long before she let herself through the front door it was obvious to Tabitha that Sunbeam was home. From several doors down the suburban street she could hear the sound of seventies heavy metal and, accompanying the record, Sunbeam's own guitar playing that was roughly, but not exactly, in tune. It was a wonder the neighbours didn't complain more than they d...
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...