Kasey and Camille are favorites of mine. After you read this story, tell me, do you wish you were Becca? Thank you to Robert for your insightful comments. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any re...
My name is Tessera. Tess for short. I'm 32, a boi-butch dyke and I have a mobile barber service, catering for lezgrrrls and gayboyz - more the former than the latter, but I love my poofy clients. And a surprising number of "str8" (haha) women who, ahem, protest their marital or hetero-partnered bliss rather too much, methinks! Well, in some cases I know that...
It was late September early October and I was a first year college student. I was not your typical college student mind you. No I was 25 yrs old and it was rough, especially in my English class where most of the other students were fresh faced teenagers, we even had a couple of kids from High School. I dealt with it the best way I knew how; I sat in the fron...
The story contains lesbian humiliation and scenes on non-consensual / reluctance acts. Please comment whether you like it or not as that is the only way I can know. Also let me know ideas for next chapter. *** My name is Debashrita. I am a wealthy woman living in Chicago. I am a brown haired beauty of 37 with brown eyes and a petite figure. I had the looks...
The following is my best memory of how I came to meet Mistress and commit myself to her service. The events themselves I distinctly remember as they were important episodes in my life and, as such, stamped upon my memory. However I admit to taking some license with conversation and minor details, as I do not remember them exactly, although the general gist i...
Quinn had come to a decision. Hot, humid summers in New York were not good for long hair. After several years of monthly trims, and daily time consuming blow-dries, she wanted a new look to go with her new job. She was on a brief vacation before starting her new position as northeastern marketing director for "Dorothy", a lesbian oriented women's sports/fi...
Black stilettos. The shiny kind, at least four inches tall. I was on a mission to find them, I had to have them; they were oxygen, and I couldn't breathe. So there I sat, clicking away at all my usual fetish wear websites, eyes flicking over page after page of women with fake tans, fake breasts, and these hollow, fake smiles. There is nothing sadder than a w...
Sal, my first lover, is as butch a woman as I have ever seen. She is usually wearing the PE teacher's uniform of tracksuit and joggers. Whereas my hair is clippered and shaved, Sal prefers a very 1930s Brylcreamed short back and sides, complete with squared-off sideburns. When she goes out she wears a felt tilby tilted on her head. But underneath her silk su...
It was early February, and surprisingly warm for Seattle. Dripping with sweat in my workout gear, I was stretching on the floor of Curves, sitting with my thighs in a wide V formation. My trainer Candace handed me a water bottle to sip, and then asked: "Frederika, I'm wondering if you could do me a favor next weekend?" I straightened up. "What did you have...
S.L.U.T.S : Syndicate of Lesbian Unions Training School. Professor Clitoris Cuntlick, Doctor of Dildoes, Erogenous Emeritus, Dean of Postgraduate and Workplace Sex Studies yesterday delivered the First Annual Report of S.L.U.T.S. She said: "Ever since we passed the new laws which guaranteed all lesbians the right to collectively organise within their own u...