This is my first submission. Totally fiction. ***** My name is Mila, I am 27, 5'11, thick African American woman. About size 12/ 14 depending on the cut. I'm gay, I slept with a few men before I came out. I allowed myself to be just me and came out as a lesbian. I love women, they are the best. I would consider myself a switch but most of the time I am a...
This work is a sequel or more properly a continuation of "Duped into Love". You will enjoy this work better if you read that first. This is a work of pure fiction. All the characters are adults. The sex is between consenting women. As always remember this is my work if you like it recommend it to whomever but do not appropriate it. I do read my feed back and...
One wave of crystal blue ocean water after another, came rolling in and then without more than the most gentle of landings, rolled out. Each accompanied by no wind - no rain, only the most occasional sounding of bird, and footstep of jogger. Almost empty, the beach on which those waves crashed was, from the first grain of sand, to the last. In fact, for yard...
IN HER COUSIN'S FOOTSTEPS- Part Seven They began the journey home under beautiful clear skies with the top down and hair blowing in the warm breeze. The weekend began with so many questions, most of which were answered. Neither girl had ever felt so free, so liberated, so self-aware - but they both knew that there would inevitably be moral and familial c...
So now you're going to learn more about my life than you probably want to know. But that weekend with Grace and Kale was such a crazy couple of days, I had to write it down. Skip to the end for the sex, but if you really want to know what happened, read on. I just hope neither Kale nor Grace read this. Things went from awesome to shitty so quickly after tha...
Thanks for all the great feedback on my last chapter. This one's for David, for being the best editor any girl could ask for. ------------------ We didn't have our next class together, which was Drama for me, but we did have Art together last. I had been let out of Drama early, so once I got to Art I was able to have the pick of the bench I wanted, whic...
God, I hate my sister. I mean, she isn't really my sister. Technically she is my step sister. But when my mom married her dad I was like seven and she was nine, almost ten. She made sure I knew that right away. Anyway, we have never gotten along very well. The first time we met she stole my Matchbox car. Seriously. It was a Batmobile replica Matchbox. It loo...
***** Greetings, gals and pals, Smokey here. Here's another story for you which distinguishes from my normal numbered stories in one of the ways the "Redefining Punishment"s do: it's narrated in first-person. And again from a lesbian ("lebbi," as I affectionately refer to them, as you may know) point of view. Specifically, one very special and particular ch...
I had always thought girls were attractive, and I considered experimentation, but I then would chicken out. See, I grew up in a very conservative town in a very conservative state. If I hadn't found my clit myself, nobody would have told me I had one. Sex was strictly something you did on a honeymoon with a husband. Sex was said to be painful the first time...
Chanel and I sit side by side in our favorite booth at Lucky’s, eating calamari and prepping for an upcoming trip to see her parents. Our faces are close enough to hear each other over the din. “What do you think? Spring for business class?” Chanel takes a delicate bite off her fork to avoid smudging her lipstick. “You hate those tiny seats.” “We don’t hav...