Author's note. This is a fictitious story, but written in first person about finding a lesbian lover while on the road on assignment. ***** I'm Janie Hazzard and I'm a lesbian on a work assignment away from my soulmate. This is a story where I misread some signals and what happened. I work for one of the big four accounting companies. In particular, I do...
I never thought of myself as a lesbian. I thought of them as butchy and unfeminine. Besides, I was into two things when I was 18. Cute guys and ballet. That would all change when our studio got a new dance teacher. Her name was Miss Sanders. She was about 26 and had had a brief career as a professional dancer. An injury had forced her to retire early and s...
Chapter 3 - Hook Woke up, need a pee, where's the coffee? Kitchen, kettle, lounge, sit, drink. That quiet period before anything happens, the moment the coffee warms you up, wakes you up. I love this time of day and really needed it, this day especially. Beatrice and Tina woke up shortly afterward and brought their own coffees in. Their lipstick was still...
Evening, passion, hunger. Night, silence, warmth, stillness, love. Morning and day, love and time, pleasure and memory. We go to our jobs having shared evening and night and croissants, alternated in the bathroom and fretted over our watches, sworn at public transport, remembered each other's eyes and breath, day-dreamed of the night. Evening, light, hung...
I knew two things the moment I met my new roommate: first that I couldn't stand the bitch; and second that I wanted her. I didn't even know that I was a dyke yet. I mean, I was fresh out of high school, where you just didn't talk about things like that. I had gone out with a few boys, even fooled around with them a little, just because I was curious. I coul...
Watching her from across the bar room was like watching something magical in a dingy, real world. Her hair was red like rubies, catching the light and shining. Her body moved to the beat of the music with a liquid ease I envied. My eyes hungrily traced the curves of her body, following her milky arms as they swayed, making out the shape of her ankles as she...
It's 1971 when it happens. I'm in my senior year at a very conservative protestant girls' school. I've been a boarder for almost six years. Long enough to feel right at home with the archaic conventions and strictures of this "Gordonstoun for girls". The system is that girls pair up and share dormitory bedrooms. In my third year I made friends with a girl c...
"What kind of security company doesn't do direct deposit for their employees? I hate these fuckers," Nadia Barnes said angrily, as she walked to the bus stop at Pinecrest Station. Try as she might, she couldn't find the damned cheque which she'd lost right after picking it up at the offices of First Response Security Inc. If those fuckers had direct deposit,...
Summary: Black seductress turns racist white woman community greeter. Note 1: This story is part of a series of white women submit to black women stories...although each story stands complete on their own. The first one was Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher which introduced our black seductress Janet as she seduced her daughter's teacher...me. Note 2: Th...
Kristen Hile was a very confused woman. A couple days earlier her 19-year-old nanny had seduced her. The sex was better than she might have wanted it to be because now she had to either acknowledge she enjoyed sex with the girl or go into complete denial. The fact she anxiously planned for the day she could pay Katie back in kind should have settled the issu...