My name is Fatima Janice Simone. A big and tall, alright, forthrightly fat and proud black femme fatale from the hood. My body is thick, my breasts are large, my hips are wide and my butt is huge. It's called a ghetto booty for a reason, you know. What are my awesome dimensions? 36-42-67. Read them and weep. I stand six feet four inches tall and weigh three...
To mark the (slightly over) one year of me submitting stories to this site, I thought I would do a Halloween special. The origins of this story began with a play on the High Plains Drifter / Pale Rider westerns, but as I began to write it up, I had a slightly better idea. So I stirred in a little sprinkle of Folk Lore and a song I was listening to on the rad...
This is a story of fiction and is not intended to reflect any factual basis upon the characters mentioned. This story is hopefully enjoyed by those who like a more romantic tale. I hope I've done justice to those this story reflects. F/F. ***** Joan A test. A test from The future king of France, Charles VII. She was to travel to a small village and slay...
The First Taste is Free The Pixie Chix - Tales of a Lesbian Vampire Episode 1 Snow A TWIG SNAPPED. Felicia stopped, waiting for the sound to repeat. Nothing. She scanned the forest in front of her, trees standing spindly and lifeless in the cold, winter air. It was a dark night, with the only light coming from the stars, but Felicia could still see we...
Author's Note: Thank you so much for everyone's patience and encouraging words. It has really helped me to keep writing so I can bring you more of these two! This is the second chapter to this story, I highly suggest reading the first so some parts can make more sense. I do also have a third chapter planned but I hope you enjoy this until then. Please feel...
Gordana was looking for part-time work to supplement her meager student income. So she donned her best pale blue, Ally McBeal suit and visited the office reception areas downtown. All the legal, commercial, banking and service industry offices. By afternoon her feet hurt, but she reassembled her smile as she opened the door of the "Professional Women" office...
Jane rushed out of Jasmine's apartment and scrambled down the hallway to the elevator. She was livid. She couldn't believe that Jasmine was a lesbian and thought that she was a lesbian too. "The nerve of some people." she thought as she stood waiting for the elevator doors to slide open. By the time she reached the door to her own apartment, she had calmed...
"What time are you coming over? I can't decide what to be on Friday." Emma said into the phone. "I was just heading out to the dock now. I found a great idea book at the store the other day. I'm bringing it with me. I'll be there in just a little bit. Bye hon." Gabby answered. "Great. See you in a bit." Emma said as she hung up the phone. She took off her...
It was after nine o'clock when Mona finally called. Lynn had fallen off into a wicked slumber after her shower-play and the ringing of her cell phone jolted her awake. The conversation was brief, mostly arrangements and such. Since Mona didn't drink she decided she would drive. She would pick Lynn up at eleven. That was perfect. Lynn was a pretty quick dress...
A small, 5 foot 1 inch woman approached the front desk of her coed dorm. Her hair was a messy river of ember red curls, sitting atop her head in a half-assed bun which bounced as she walked enthusiastically towards the receptionist. Behind the desk were two women, probably around 20 years old, both staring down at their phones until the red head started her...