Note - All characters in this story are fictitious and are above the age of 18. * * * * * In high school my classmates considered me fairly normal. In saying that, I’m not a boring nerd but I was the same as most people. I got on well with everyone and I consider myself fun to be with. But I knew different. There are 2 things about myself, which I know tha...
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...
~ When our lips touched, it was pure sugar. I had only ever kissed men - hungry men with hard lips. Kathryn's lips were soft. Supple. Suckable. Her tongue darted into my mouth, delighting me with its pliant, and then rigid, explorations. It was so new, such a different sensation, to be kissed by a girl. I felt almost like I was drinking rich and yielding ai...
Recap In Tracey's Awakening I described, fairly accurately, true events that happened to me and my wife. How she made love with her married friend, and how this experience revealed to her that she was a lesbian. This next story imagines what might have happened next. *************************** The next few days were interesting. Tracey was loving and ki...
She has been naughty. The details of her misbehavior still discomfit me and I will not share them here. Suffice it to say her transgression covered both disobedience and disrespect. I could forgive either, with sufficient recompense, but not the combination. She must be punished. She knows this and she trembles now, kneeling over our bed. She is a pret...
It had been over a year since I moved in with my best friend, and lover, Alexandra. It wasn't known we were lesbians, just that we were roommates. We were at a party to kick off the second semester of sophomore year. I was having a great time, chatting with friends I'd made, dancing occasionally, and chowing down on the chips and delicious home-made guacamol...
She tells me to come into office to talk about the account we'd lost. I know which account, and I know this is probably going to be unpleasant, because we'd lost it, and she's angry, and it's all probably my fault. I'm expecting to be fired, or given a warning, or told this is going on some kind of permanent file. Instead, she tells me to come over and st...
Jess kisses Kimbra on the lips, lip balm to lipstick, backing her up against the bed. Her itchy fingers gently undo her zipper and inch off her pants. "What do you want tonight?" Jess whispers. Kimbra continues kissing her, obviously trying to make a decision. She is so indecisive. "You know what? I have an idea," Kimbra proposes. Jess raises her eyebr...
Abbey Williams knew that years from now, she'd always remember this moment. She never dreamed this night would come, the night when she'd share a bed with someone so sexy, so unique, so unlike herself. She thought this night would be a permanent fantasy, the stuff of erotic dreams and visions to rub herself to, not something real, tangible, physical. As sh...