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...
I was late leaving for work that morning. My husband had got up in the middle of the night to pilot his jumbo jet off to Djakarta or somewhere, and the batteries in my bloody alarm clock had chosen that night to give up the ghost. Cursing to the heavens I gave myself a quick splash in the shower, dragged on my business suit, laddering a brand new pair of tig...
My mind buzzed like a bee in bottle. This was all so new to me; I was petrified. Maybe in the back of the deepest reaches of my mind I had thought about being with someone of my own sex, but until this moment I had no idea I would ever do so. Linda brought her hands to the top of my hips, then eased her thumbs into the elastic top of my pantyhose. For the...
I think I first realised how painfully and hopelessly I had fallen in love with her when we were both 14. At the time, we both thought we could rule the world, and actually had very similar opinions about things. I loved it when she used to tell me how we were the same and we should do things together, be a part of things that only included us because only w...
We'd been two years living in Calcutta when my life changed forever. My husband, Peter, was a high-tech hired gun who'd been brought in by a powerful new Indian computer conglomerate to straighten out the problems that often came to companies that grew too fast. Pete had just finished up grad school at MIT and his skills had started to come in great demand...
"You know what I don't like about her," said Anita, the tall statuesque blonde, "is that she thinks she is better than the rest of us." "I'll second that," said Carol as she sipped on her wine, while sitting in Anita's family room. "Well," said Cindy the redhead, "I think her problem is that she and her husband don't have enough sex." The three women laug...
It had been such a long day for Tessa. First, she overslept and was almost late to work. Of course her boss, a. k. a "The Total Bitch From Hell Almighty" was waiting at her desk when she got there, already prepared to ream her out and decide to treat her like she had been for the rest of the day anyway. Next, everything she attempted to do took twice as long...
The phone rang; "Oh shit." muttered Alison without taking her eyes off the screen. " Can't you ignore it?" She implored of her best friend, Elaine. "It's getting to a really hot scene." Elaine chuckled and shook her head. "No way! It might be my mum. Just pause the tape." Alison pouted and turned the volume up instead; "Oh yes, yes, right there, don't stop...
Layla was a licensed car mechanic, who operated out of a large garage near to the edge of Omen City. She wasn't affiliated with any company, and she was the only worker, but she got by from a combination of her constant hard work and the loyalty of the local civilians. Most of the people near to her shop were happy to have her do all of their repairs, upkeep...
PREFACE: This is a story told to me by a fellow 'lipstick lesbian'. It's been a few years since I've seen her but I hope my memory of her account is accurate enough. ********************************** "Why don't you come in and let me make dinner for us," Samantha said as we arrived back at her place from the airport. I couldn't put my finger on why the...