Six months. That's how long I had been enveloped in the world of being a lesbian. How long I'd been in a relationship with Jenna Swallow. How long it had taken me to accept that my life would never be the same again. I had gone from being engaged to a man I thought I'd loved, to moving into my girlfriend's apartment after an extended trip to Tuscany and Pa...
I have always considered myself a lesbian, I guess. I never really looked at boys in a sexual way. Even when I was growing up I tended to look towards other girls. I have never been one to advertise my sexuality. I wasn't ashamed or anything, it just wasn't something that I needed to talk about. In high school I ran track and that landed me a full athletic s...
This story is completely fictional, with no reference to any characters or individuals whatsoever, living or deceased; any likenesses to any individuals is by coincidence only. All characters are of the legal age of consent for acts of a sexual nature. If you shouldn't be reading adult content, you know what to do. There is also a moment of physical (non-sex...
Disclaimer: This is fantasy. I have never met Amber Rose. I am a major fan of hers and I thought that it would cool to write a story like this because she is so beautiful. Thank you for reading this. ***** Hey, peeps! It's weird to be on a site like this to tell this story. First off, my name is Amber Levonchuck but the world knows me as the sexy, volupt...
Note that the following events took place in 1981, long before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. Note, too, that the minimum drinking age in Georgia was lowered to 18 in 1972, just before the events depicted in the flashback scenes. *** I was d...
Chapter 10 Alex should have canceled. That's what she told herself over and over this weekend. Going to lunch with this woman was all but sealing her fate. She knew that. But Quinn's words from her office were stuck on repeat in her mind no matter what she did. No sense of logic could keep her from this lunch. And that kiss. She had never had a kiss like...
Vivian Thorn pulled her hand back from her work and checked her pressure gauge. It read eight hundred pounds and she nodded to herself. She returned to gently brushing sediment away from the delicate vase, half buried in the ocean floor. Underwater archeology was her passion, but she was so single minded that once she began, she would often forget to check t...
I'll never leave you alone, I'll never leave just a memory. I'll never leave you alone in the garden Where nothing grows. – Harry Nilsson Amelia Thorn, 'Amy' to pretty much everyone except her daughter, looks across the Corian vanity top in the master bathroom, to the mirror fixed to the papered wall. The wall is patterned with small and large seashells,...
I. The Drain Amie turned to close the wooden door to her rented room. As a traveling apprentice of the Scholar's Guild she often made do with the barest accommodations; this backwater country inn was certainly no exception. The door was mounted on a sliding rail, unusual in her travels but stirring fond memories of a dairy farm near the Guild where she'd so...
Introduction Hi, it's me again, Charlotte, but I'd prefer you to think of me as Charley. Charlotte's so girly and faintly old-fashioned, isn't it? Call me that and anyone would think I was one of the Bronte sisters. Yes, ancient yet still ever-popular around the globe, never mind just around my home town. I wish that I had copyright to their works. Fans c...