Hey, there. My name is Joanna Jacques. I am a five-foot-ten, chubby and big-bottomed, dark-skinned young Black woman of Haitian descent. These days, I’m living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I am also openly queer. I attend Carleton University and live in the Vanier area. My neighbours are mostly Africans, Asians and Arabs. Vanier is a small tow...
I don't always have any such thoughts of being with another female, but when I do, it's like an inferno. Today just may be a new lustful thermometer one only reads about In Fiction. Only this day was real! I saw from my window, Sandy, walking up the steps to my Gold Coast Home. Sandy is my morning study partner in Homeopathy. I still hadn't brushed up on an...
I was lying on my front. He was on his back. We were both naked for we had just had sex. His hand rested on the small of my back, mine was on his hip. Both hands would occasionally stray; his into the crease of my bottom, mine into his crinkly pubic hairs and onto his semi-hard dick. We both knew that we would have sex again quite soon. I was just twenty at...
Eliza Lintock, aged 21 has been sent to a psychiatrist by her mother who is worried because her daughter insists that she is a lesbian and has no desire to have sexual intercourse with men... The psychiatrist is Dr Diana Lemon, aged 42, an expert on matters sexual... DIANA: Come in, Eliza. Please sit down. ELIZA: Aren't I supposed to lie on a couch, or som...
(A sequel to Maybe Porn.) "Hey you," I greeted Donna as she came through my front door. "Evelyn," Donna said with a smile as she came up to hug me as I closed the door. "What's new with you?" I said as Donna followed me into my den. My parents went away this weekend. And I invited Donna to sleep over. I wanted to use this time to tell her that I want us...
I sat at the table in the far corner of the coffee shop, keeping an eye on everyone that came in the door. Time seemed like an eternity, the steady tick tick tock providing rhythm, to my eager impatience for her to arrive. Sipping on my coffee, the warm liquid blanketing my throat and warming up my belly, my thoughts drifted off to what could be in store......
A smile curved on plump red lips, eyes glittering with mischief as Vala's hand crept down beneath the sheets, fingertips delicately tracing up the smooth thigh of the woman sat next to her; a friend of hers, Luci, a twenty-something year old who she had had more than a few sexual encounters within the past. She was an attractive girl, porcelain skin littered...
Convent life consisted of routine. Years upon years of the same routine until you gave in to the system or regime as some refer to it. The life was hardest of course for the younger nuns and novices. They still had to fight the demons of their sexual desires, and no matter what the older nuns may say, they all had their desires. On those silent, cold, black...
I click off my computer and straight away dial your number. When you answer, there's some uncertainty in your voice. "You're wet for me already, aren't you Tana?" You have to admit that yes, you are. "It's alright to be wet for another woman." You give a tiny, cute little giggle. "Tell me what you have on right now. Probably a gown and panties?" "Yes."...
Please forgive me for publishing something with such few words. I wrote it as part of a love letter. My Mistress like it so much she has insisted that I send it to you as well. ******************************** Across the long grass to the sea. Down the steep path, me in flip-flops ('thongs' actually coz we are in Australia). Across the shingle with its pie...