My name is Estella Barnes. A six-foot-two, blonde-haired and green-eyed, chubby and big-bottomed, somewhat tomboyish Irishwoman living in the city of Chicago, Illinois. I'm an intern from the University of Illinois working for the Opal Winston Show. Yes, the Opal Winston Show. I can't tell you how excited I was to work for the show. I've always loved Opal Wi...
I knew all her secrets. I knew about the tattoo on the inside of her right thigh that said "Taste the Rainbow." I was there when she got it, the same night I got a twin tattoo on my left thigh. I knew about every late night rendezvous. I knew that she hated being the Reverends daughter. I knew what her face looked like mid-orgasm. She, Emma, had been my bes...
HER OWN PERSONAL MARY I. Theological Dialogue My name is Myriam, and I am from Ireland, and I proudly belong to a generation which considers religion to be utterly backward and irrelevant. This is the story of my first lesbian experience, an experience in which my lack of religiousness played an essential part and changed me completely as a person. I met...
The breeze is rustling through the palm trees outside when I hear the knock at the door of my spacious grass-roofed hut. I switch off my computer and rise, wearing my ceremonial red silk robe that the women of the village slaved over for two months. It is sleeveless and emphasizes my full breasts and hips. Opening the door, I greet Ailani in her native Poly...
My name is Dr. Kshama (pronounced "Shama" -- the "K" silent. It means "Beautiful Queen" in Hindi) V. V. (the middle names comprise no less than 44 letters!) Patel (as common in India as "Smith", "Jones" or "Johnson" are in your Western societies.) I am half Turkish and half Indian, born in Istanbul on the 24th day of March in the year 2042, my family having...
A/N: This story is completely fiction and any descriptions of characters similar to real persons are complete coincidence. The characters from this story were introduced in "Stairway Strip Game" but you don't need to read that to follow this story. I am once again following the suggestion I got on a previous story and warning any potential readers that I a...
Sometimes, people say that I am a lust-filled slut. Like most Butch women. Well, I say I'm not. Being a Butch woman doesn't mean I chase anything in a skirt. I chase hot women because I want to. Pure and simple. The name is Theresa McDowell. A six-foot-tall, green-eyed, blonde-haired and alabaster-skinned Irishwoman living in the City of Nepean, Province of...
Tammy left school all excited and concerned; the eighteen year old girl with light brown hair and blue eyes was excited that she was going to an earth day event downtown and she was concerned for the fate of the planet. While having dinner with her mom, her father ran off with another woman over a year ago, Tammy exclaimed, "Mom why don't you come with me to...
The Morning Run It was a chill spring morning when I met up with Melanie in front of her house, dressed in my black track pants and grey parka with a good pair of red running shoes. We had been confined to our homes for the last 2 months and it was really starting to take a toll on our sanity. Mel and I had met up over the last few days after we decided i...
(Continued from My maid Lata Part 2) During the day one of my classmates Richa Saxena visited our house. She needed some help with the assignments and so we studied together. I asked Richa to stay for lunch and she remained. She left at the afternoon. Seema and Gita too left at their usual times and as soon as they left Lata and me started our steamy sex...