"Uh, Mom?" "Yeah Sweetie, what is it?" Theresa Johnson looked up at her oldest daughter while she fixed sack lunches for her two other daughters before they left for school. Becca Johnson was profoundly uncomfortable facing her mother. She was sent to talk to her mother about an uncomfortable subject not because, at 19, she was the oldest of three girls b...
The following events took place in 1985, long before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. *** Today is my first day on my new assignment. I'm looking forward to meeting my co-workers and fellow officers after reporting to my commander. The Strategi...
Work of fiction. All OC characters are mine please do not use without permission. All characters involved in mature situations are 18 or older. _______________ I currently stare out of the window of my bedroom on the second floor. Ignoring the harsh rays of the setting sun and all of the colors. I am just overlooking the yard. Our back-yard, oddly eno...
-I'm a mess. Of course I am I know what's coming. I lived it. This letter was meant to be for my daughter but somehow the demons of my past have taken control. Well, only the one demon actually. The one I loved. Claire. Unable to stop I've gone well beyond the point of no return. I will not be giving this letter to Leanne; it reveals things that have never b...
This story is completely fictional, with no reference to any characters or individuals whatsoever, living or deceased; any likenesses to any individuals is by coincidence only. All characters are of the legal age of consent for acts of a sexual nature. If you shouldn't be reading adult content, you know what to do. There is also a moment of physical (non-sex...
Note that the following events took place in the late 1980s to the early 1990s, before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. *** "Did Col. Stevens say what he wanted to see me about?" I asked, wondering what could be going on. "No," said Cheryl, "b...
I am rubbing my tits, twisting and pinching, and thinking of you. Pulling my nipple rings, little fingers through them, thinking of you. I am plunging a finger in and out of my cunt, thinking of you. Now, two, then three. Unable to fist myself, but thinking of you, who can. Licking my sex-slick, closing my eyes, smelling my odours - created by thinking of...
I'm an over-40 married mom. I'm exactly what you think of when you imagine a PTA mom. But I wasn't always this way. I was the quintessential bad girl. Ex-military. Drinker. Smoker. Drove a beat up truck. And enjoyed sex. A lot. And I didn't discriminate between men and women. My son came as a surprise nine months after a drunken night that shouldn't have hap...
What sexually unleashes women from male suppression more than the rubbing of vulvas against each other? Perhaps, just the sexual desire of one woman for another is enough, and just simply declaring the right to be lesbian is enough, yet until the organs of procreation need no phallus in them to enjoy the deepest and widest fruits of pleasure, has anything be...
A Wedding in Galilee- Samira never really understood why she should attend these occasions. Stuck at a Muslim wedding in Nazareth, Samira could not be more of a fish out of water. It was her cousin Rana's wedding, Rana had no ambition in life. She worked as a sectary in an engineering firm and now at the ripe old age of 23 she was marrying Khaled, a carpente...