I. Take the afternoon, said Mr Hubert. There was no need for both of them to sit with the girls and be bored to horsehair in Madame Salle's villa all afternoon. Courtesy visits, he added dryly, and didn't she need to do anything? Postcards home, or something. They'd see her in the evening, sometime after supper. Not too late. She could sort something out on...
The bus ride was long. You seemed to have been traveling for days. But in reality it was more like hours. Six to be exact. For the last five of those hours only trees have gone by. Your parents had sent you away this summer against your will. They were taking their own vacation this summer and they didn't trust you at home by yourself. You couldn't really bl...
At the beginning of my first entry, I said, "I'm not a lesbian." Well, that's still true. But, based on everything that's been going on since that declaration, I'd have to say that there's certainly some bisexuality going on around here. In reflecting on all of this, I really can't believe what's happened over the past several years. I never - NEVER - saw th...
Authors note: To fully appreciate this story, it is highly recommended reading "Part III" to comprehend the emotional depth of this saga. This final chapter is NOT a frivolous jaunt into "penis-envy", but rather a heartfelt look into the soul of a lesbian woman who has been given an extraordinary gift. Power, control, strength and intensity are all traits a...
"Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead." - Benjamin Franklin ___________________ Such was the case with Mike Hutchins, Private Investigator, who, in a relaxed mood of drunken, post-coital bliss, casually mentioned to his girlfriend/lover that one of his clients was engaged in a Lesbian affair as were her daughter and her friends. Said girlfriend,...
First of all, don't worry. Allie part two is underway. This is a story that I've wanted to write for some time but never had the context or setting in which to place it. Thanks to the real life Katarina I have been inspired to finally write it and, with her help, hopefully get it right. ------- I rang the doorbell of my new neighbours' house. I was carefu...
"Nobody has any business getting into bed naked with someone else if they haven't decided to have sex with them." - Dr. Ruth Westheimer. - I met Eli and Louis at a milonga, an evening of tango dancing, which took place at a pleasant venue on the outskirts of central Cape Town. I noticed them sitting at a nearby table and Eli had accepted a dance with anot...
Returning to school after summer vacation is always a tremendous bummer. As Britney Wilcox pressed the small red button on her car key, she sighed with a slight hint of despair as her 2009 Corvette convertible's anti-theft system armed. Though this was the first day of her final year of high school, the eighteen year old would much rather be elsewhere; back...
Rhonda saw that Ocean, despite her nautical name, hadn't earned her sea legs yet. The college junior had an empty pill bottle of sea sickness medication to appeal to for proof of her will to make the trip. Still, she spent most of her journey doubled over the portside deck, a hurling, retching mess. According to Michelle, Rhonda's niece and Ocean's frien...
(Thanks as ever to Lisa Jones for her advice and encouragement; and for playing severely practical warm-weather Shackleton to my airily romantic Scott.) Miss Burns retrieved the two bags of shopping from the car and carried them in through the front door of the cottage she shared with Miss Weston. The smell of burning bread alerted her as soon as she went...