I woke around four in the morning, desperate for the loo. It took me a few moments to remember where I was; in bed with Saskia. I slipped from her sleeping embrace and, without turning on the light, went to the bathroom, picking my way through the piles of her clothes. As I sat there still half asleep, thinking about what we'd done last night, I heard moveme...
Thank You to everyone for all the kind words. Feedback, comments and votes are always appreciated. -Monamante This is my last year at Calstate LA. I came in four years ago with a hope of getting an education, and that's exactly what I did. Educate myself on the wonders of a woman's body. I have had my fair share of women, but I don't do the relationship t...
Part the Sixth: In Which Miss Esme Winterblossom, Having Ascended To The Post of Captain Aboard The Ship of The Late Miranda, And Finding Her Reign Of Brigandry Likely To Be Cut Short By The Loss of Sailing Wind And, Thus, Probable Death From Thirst At Sea, Makes An Astounding Discovery. * * * September 13, 17-- Captain's Log, For four days we have been...
Most of my stories are fictional fantasies, and some are way over the top. I thought I'd share a real experience with Literotica. Her name was Rebecca. I had just turned 18, and it was the summer after high school graduation. We had already kissed a couple of times, nothing serious, just some fooling around while we were buzzed. I didn't know I was bisexual...
We were halfway through New Mexico when the car broke down. I told Denise we should have rented one for the cross country trip we were taking to Florida for spring break, but she insisted her old Mazda clunker would be fine. So, by chance of fate, we found ourselves in the middle of the desert, completely stranded. Luckily, we broke down near this little mot...
(Author's note: All of these stories are intended for a very specific audience—lesbians who've had problems with religious beliefs, and their overwhelming desire to love another woman. The mental and emotional stress they have been subjected to, while wholly unnecessary and erroneous, still takes its toll on those so afflicted. These stories were meant to r...
I've lurked on this site for quite a few years and finally decided to submit a story. This is a romance between two women with some supernatural elements tied in but not drowning in it. It's a bit of a read, so those looking for a quickie, this is probably not it. Enormous thank you to LesbianChickLit for your help through the editing process of this and y...
My name is Miranda Hill. A tall, red-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something white woman of Irish descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm openly gay, and work as a waitress in a restaurant. Life hasn't been easy for me since my divorce from my ex-husband Joaquin. I'm just trying to make it through the hell that is my daily life. Some things you ba...
Your lips were like silk, as they pressed against me, your hands searching for my buttons. I could feel your heart beat through the cotton of your shirt. Your tongue finding mine, and playing with it, searching and sucking, your whimpers soft, muffled, as your kiss deepened. I leaned into you, smelling your scent, taking you into my lungs, my being, my nipp...
1 I was at the hair salon, getting shampooed, not thinking about my new tattoos, when salon girl lifts my hair. "What the hell? Slave 37..? Really?" She held my head, trapped in the shampoo sink, and slid her hand down into my blouse, under my bra, cupping my breast and my suddenly hard nipple. My eyes were wide, I was rigid, but not screaming and not st...