Lynne called the other day and asked to have lunch with me. That could mean only one thing. She had another match for me. Lynne runs a lesbian matching making service that comes perilously close to being an escort service and hence prostitution. The only thing that keeps it legal is the fact that both parties to the match must pay a fee for the introduction....
Friday finally arrived for Sky and Bess. One woman greeted the day with trepidation, while the other quietly celebrated. Sky first thought to ignore the professor’s demand that she make herself available for the entirety of Friday night. But Sky was no slouch. She consulted the college code of conduct; then she made subtle inquiries of acquaintances. Everyth...
Part 3 'Alice's story' Well, I've done some mad shit in my life. Not all of it good. In fact, some of it has been downright dangerous. But that is me. Alice Cooper (yeah, my parents had a sense of humour) adrenaline junkie and all round mad bitch. I am butch. Standing at around six feet tall, I keep my body toned with regular exercise and a strict(ish) tra...
Off the north-east coast of Kent, England, lies the Isle of Sheppey. A number of dirt roads form a lattice pattern on the harsh lowland to the north of the island where an assortment of one and two storey houses litter the sides of these potholed roads. In late November the wind howls through the night sucking up the dead leaves from between the shrubbery a...
Now and then I reminisce about my sweet Julie. She is gone now, another lover in her arms I'm sure. I knew it couldn't last forever. But let me tell you about us. My name is BethAnne. I own a big house in Santa Barbara. When my husband died, he left me more money than I would ever need. I knew I would never have to work again the rest of my life. I missed hi...
Natalie and Me By Susan Greenway [This story involves spanking and caning, as well as play involving bodily functions. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.] * I woke up refreshed and stood up and got myself together. Lately I do have to do this when I stand after lying for some time because I am dizzy and mig...
Outside Vera's spa we stashed the bags in the trunk. When I ask about the garment bag lying flat across the flooring Candi explained that she sometimes had to change dresses between appointments or change from a modest street dress into her working clothes on the run. Pulling away from the curb she asked if I was hungry. "Yes, I could eat a horse." She gig...
Author's comments: First things first: I offer a silent prayer for our men and women in the armed forces. {You don't have to participate if you don't want to, but don't begrudge or belittle those who do. As the ACLU intentionally misquotes; the Constitution of the United States of America guarantees every citizen freedom "of " religion, not freedom "from"...
I wrote this story before my first real-time adventure with another woman. I really embellished the writing to help whet my growing, but as yet unfulfilled appetite for girl-girl activities. So when it was written, it was pure fantasy, with lots of room for literary license. For instance, the story proclaims I am "built like a brick outhouse." In real life,...
I woke up the next morning quite disoriented. For one thing, I was in Julie's room. I went to rub my eyes and found my hands covered in gauze. Then I felt Julie's arm around me and her body spooning mine. I lay still for awhile and let that comfort me. My head hurt. My hands were in extraordinary pain. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I wished I hadn...