In yet another weary attempt to satisfy my bisexual urges I had placed a personal ad for "Women seeking Women" online and received many responses but one of the responses grabbed my attention. Her name was Amy and she seemed like a really friendly woman. Although I hadn't seen a picture of her yet something told me that I was going to be intensely attracted...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a re-written version of the story originally published in 2017. This story takes place decades in the past. I leave it up to you, dear reader, to decide the year. The story has been fleshed out more, and includes several more pages of content. If you enjoy this story, please take a look at the other stories about Shari and Velma. As al...
Sara was awakened by the usual sound of her loud, annoying alarm. "Damn thing." she thought, "I wish I could figure out how to set it so that the radio goes off instead of the alarm." She rolled over in her bed and hit the snooze bar, quickly glancing at the clock. 4:35. Great. Four thirty five on a Saturday morning. She gently slipped her smooth teenaged...
My name is Dena Raymond. I'm a tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. Life is okay for the most part. I attend Buffalo State, where I major in business. Just a young Black woman trying to make it in the big city, you know? Life hasn't been a picnic lately but I'm surviving. By the way, I am gay and having a devil of a t...
Silita opened her eyes slowly. The sun was filtering in through the cracks of the blinds. She uncurled her naked body and stretched, purring like a cat. Fully awake now, she still lingered in bed wishing she didn’t have to go to school today. She was 18 and it was her last year of High school. Things were so serious this year! Suddenly her bedroom door w...
Rachel Spenser was enjoying herself at the 10th reunion of the Class of '92. When she had first received the invitation to the celebration a few weeks back, the twenty-eight-year-old had tossed it aside with a mental note to send back the small "Will not be attending" card when she got a chance. Now she was glad it had gotten lost among the bills. It had be...
My first time. Her name was Brandi. She was new to town, and the first person to be openly gay in public. I had feelings an urges, and had experimented with a close friend, but experimenting was as far as I'd gone. It was our senior year in high school, and we were both 18 and in choir together. Now I lived in a small southern town. It was mostly old timer...
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...
"So, Abigail how does it feel to be 19?" her mother asked. "No different than 18, Mom, and thanks for getting me those writing pads for school." "Well, a young lady must be prepared to enter her second year of college. You must plan for when you grow up and enter the world of business." "Mom... really? I told you a million times that I've grown already. I...
The conclusion of the series. Allison and Mrs. Wentworth spend a very hot girl-on-girl weekend together. * The day after the most incredible weekend of my life my cell rang, and my pussy began to instantly spring to life when I saw whose name it was. It was right after cheerleading practice and I had just changed from my uniform into a very tight mini ski...