"Good afternoon, you must be my 1:00! I'm Elizabeth, but please call me Elle," She says extending her hand. "Have a seat." "Hi Elle," I chuckle nervously as I shake her hand and take a seat on the modern black leather sofa. "It's so nice to meet you! I'm Jennifer, but please just call me Jen." "Hi Jen, the pleasure is mine!" she says sitting next to me....
One Halo, Two Wings, And An 'A' Thursday, May 16th, 1991, 2:03 p.m. "Karen Boswell?" "Here." "Ricky Burke?" "Yeah." "Angela Cadwick?" "Present and accounted for!" 20-year-old Angela—who preferred but did not demand to be called Angie—liked to announce her attendance in such a fashion. When the semester opened and she did so, pockets of classm...
** October 13, 2014 ** Kara Dear Diary, I'm wrapping up a meeting with a client at her office on Columbus Day. Moments away from shutting down my computer, my Gmail notification pops up. Just seeing that it's from her, Lissy, brings a blush to my cheeks. I know without looking that my miss has instructions for me. No longer listening to what my client is...
Author's note: One of the core themes of this story is the subject of being born intersex. If you are not interested in such a subject then please move on. Dru_Druthers once again wishes to express a heartfelt thank you to all who read, voted, favorited and commented on Parts 01 & 02 of this story. The overwhelming support has made writing this story worthw...
Brianna Miller rested her head against the glass window in the back of the van as she watched the rain pour down in torrents. 5pm on New Year's Eve and she was driving through some backwoods town looking for a crummy hotel in a horrible rainstorm. With her head throbbing and aching back, she bitterly reflected on how a day that held so much promise was now e...
Authors Note: This story was originally written for the Sapphic Erotica Festival. The parameters for the story were that it involved one of the muses and was a lesbian tale. Clia Johansen sat at the very back of the darkened auditorium fighting to keep her eyes open. At the podium Professor Roberts rambled on about Alexander the Great or Hannibal or some ot...
"Hey, I'm gonna take a shower," I said to Virginia. I was headed toward the bathroom, when I heard her ask, "Uh, is there room for two?" I looked back at her, sitting on the bed nearly naked, her long brown hair attractively resting on her shoulder, curled along her neck. She smiled coquettishly, batting her long eyelashes at me. I felt a shiver run throu...
Summary: Straight girl has the greatest coming out party of all time. Note 1: This is a Holiday Season Contest Story so please vote. Note 2: Please note this story was inspired a year ago when I read about a new exclusive REAL Skirt Club (a lesbian gathering of mostly rich straight or bi women). This intrigued me, and I did a lot of research and hope one d...
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Colleen Thomas whose work has been such an inspiration to writers on this site. I didn't know her personally, but perhaps to know a writer's work is to know her as she wished to be known. In that case, I can claim more than a passing acquaintance. This story is not somber. I doubt she would have wanted it so. Her ow...
Author's Note: As promised, here is chapter 5, a very direct continuance of chapter 4. And, as always, I love to hear from you guys in any way, so feel free to write me. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 5: Take Off I was honestly expecting Ms. Vega's home to be massive. It wasn't small by any respect, but it wasn't it's own gated mansion either. It was simply a la...