This is the third chapter about British secret service agent Amanda. It will probably make more sense if you read the previous chapter first. * My mobile woke me up early. "Hi it's Hamid." "Uhu." "Sorry to call you so early but I have meetings all day and Hasna said she'd kill me if I missed you. Would you like to come for dinner tonight?" Suddenly I w...
Only weeks after Jim and I had divorced I was settled in my new house and going to work every day with a much better disposition. For most of the past four years the office had only been a place of refuge for me but now I actually looked forward to going to work. Something else had inspired this new feeling as well.... Even at thirty-six, a woman with a h...
It was the last week of my college internship at a radio station in the city. I was majoring in both marketing and communications and my advisor thought some radio experience would be beneficial for me. I just completed my sophomore year and still had time to decide what I wanted to focus on. The station I was with was mostly talk radio with music on the wee...
Authors note: Thank you all for the feedback it is very much appreciated. This story is dedicated to the woman of my dreams. Thank you to Slavegirl 70 for taking the time to edit and give feedback. ***** In my dream she asked no questions, she just commanded. In my dream I obeyed completely and without hesitation. In my dream we were in love, the kind...
I'm a femme lesbian who works for an investment-banking firm in Chicago. In my line of work it is hard to meet women like myself. After my girlfriend and I broke up for the last time, I became very lonely and bored. I was 36 years old and single for the first time in a long time. At first I thought that I would love my freedom, but this euphoria didn't last...
I can't ever remember receiving pocket money. Both Mom and Dad firmly believed that there should always be an equitable exchange where money was concerned, so from a very early age we had to do small tasks around the house to earn any money that came our way - well, except for the occasional birthday gift of money when we got to those ages where it seemed im...
Well, they say that one should never stereotype, and the five lesbians who stepped out of the taxi clearly didn't conform to anyone's preconceived notion of what a Sapphic night out should look like, although the keen-eyed observer would have spotted that we had covered most of the bases. But, while we may have dressed differently, we were united in a shared...
DELUGE In Australia, we are used to prolonged droughts which are usually broken with flooding rains. Although this story is fiction it was written from an actual experience where I was cut off in Western New South Wales for several weeks. My name is Judith McCrae and although I'm not tall it has been said that I'm an eyeful although I hate my breasts beca...
The annoying beep, beep, beep woke me from my little Saturday morning daydream, buried in washing dishes after sneakily treating myself to pancakes for breakfast I had drifted into a little world all my own, but the sound of the moving truck backing up the next door driveway startled me, I didn't even know it had sold it had been empty that long. I watched...
We met New Year's Eve, the count down a mere two minutes away. I sipped my drink, making eye contact with a slender figure sprawled out on the couch. Their combat boots on the table. I made my over to her, and sat down. "No New Year's kiss?" she asked with her drink against her lips. I was caught off guard by her question. I felt her turn to look at me w...