She sits there, quietly watching television, completely oblivious to my wandering eyes from across the living room. They've secretly seen all of her places that make me weak at the knees; bare shoulders, slender neck, collarbones, that little bit of smooth skin just behind the lobe of her ear. All places I long to be close to; all places I would love to touc...
It was All Hallow's Eve and Hunter's Full Moon that night. A very powerful Lunar energy was coursing around us in the abandoned stone temple that I and my Wicca students had chosen for Esbat. These were 13 young women, ages 21-30 that I had chosen from my Flock to become Witches. All had been studying for months. The ways of Magick, the Old Religion, The Cha...
Allison was a 30 year-old private fitness instructor. Although her family didn't approve her career choice she loved her job and was a true professional. Allison's parents hoped that she'd choose to be a pianist because of her skills and a musical education, but she made her decision. It was Monday, Allison had an appointment with her student, Jill. They ha...
This story feels like it's going to be fairly long, sorry for those of you looking for instant gratification. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental. Do not reproduce or copy this story without the consent of the author. The following story contai...
"I'm a foot fetishist, and proud of it. However, I am also a lesbian and proud of it. That's why, for this story, I'm making this chapter mainly about Madi and Veronica's relationship rather than Madi's foot fetish. I want people to realize that being a lesbian is a beautiful thing, as well as truly erotic. Don't worry, I am including some foot worship at th...
Journal entry, April 18, 2002: Dear Journal: I have to write this down. I have to do something to get this out of my head. I've tried everything else. I don't know what to do. I want to forget. And yet, I never want to forget. Jessica. The name I want to say over and over again. I want to be with her. I want to stay in that place where hot summer breezes ca...
Ruby and Tammy were out on the town on Saturday night. Tammy lovingly stared into the big brown eyes of her lover as they sat in a booth sipping wine at a lively lesbian club. The 25 yr. old blond teacher told Ruby, " This seems so surreal, just think, a month ago I was a straight conservative teacher that stayed home on Saturday nights reading. Now here I a...
The name is Jasmine Taylor, and I'm a young Black woman originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I transferred to Spelman College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, from Bay State College, a small school located in downtown Boston, and life hasn't been the same since. Even though the Dirty South and its ways get on my nerves as an outspoken young Bla...
In the Big Apple, New York City, where just about anything and everything goes from the upper-crust wealthy who have their inner city castle-apartments in the East End and those overlooking Central Park to the bohemian lifestyle in Greenwich Village between Bleecker and West 3rd Streets, and, of course, Times Square, there is in the Village the Club Sappho....
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...