"Wow." That was all that Jo could say in reaction to the story that Tess had just related to her as they chatted on the Skype connection. Jo was still overseas but now in Kuwait, awaiting her orders to return to the States, but safe, now. What Tess had told her was the 'true' story of John Brown's death, Miriam's husband, Hope's father. The public story wa...
Am about halfway through this time in my life depending on how much I want to tell, but thought this would be a good time to give some background about our situation and how we dealt with it. In the early 80s there wasn't a strong les or bi movement here in the States. And Jeannie and I had gone to a football mad school in a southern state. And being a sout...
Gwen and Domenique took their first sips of coffee that morning, corrupting the lingering taste of each other's pussies and the toothpaste they'd brushed with earlier. The lovers, deciding to avoid returning to the corner booth they sat in the first time they'd been in the diner together, took two stools at the far end of the counter. It was busy that Sunday...
Welcome! All characters are over 18. Thank-you to my muse for inspiring this story... As always, favorite, comment, rate...feedback if you dare.. thank you for taking a moment out of your life to read what flows through and out of me. *********** It started with a story. It started with an email. It started with desire. I often got feedback on the var...
Chapter 1 We have planned everything down to the last detail. The only things she does not know is when it was going to happen and that someone was going to help me. For you to understand why I need help, I should explain. Between us, our running joke is that I am her wimpy butch, which of course is said with love. Of the two of us, I do look more bu...
Dear Jenny: You asked for my story of way back then: how did I survive, how did I find strength and acceptance? How did I find love? Yes, I'll tell you, Jenny. You've a right to know, and from what you've written to me about your life now, you need to know. I'm including the intimate, naughty bits, because they're part of the story, part of who Annie and I...
This story is copyright of the authour Destinie21 Please do not reproduce or copy. This story is meant to be viewed by readers 18 years of age and older. Okay readers this is just a little note to let you know how much I appreciate you guys. It's sort of a kick for me to know there are people out there who take the time to take a glimpse into my fantasies...
"So, lovely lady, what made you choose females?" The question has come from my companion, a woman of some stature in her field, which affords her some leisure, a woman that should know better than to ask such a question, and a wman of whom is currently allowing me to rest my naked body against her so warm and so comforting similarly naked body. More so, whi...
Story Code: M/F, F/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Interracial, Prostitution *** I felt very conspicuous and very self conscious as I stood at the back of the tearoom with Sue as we waited for the taxi to pick us up. Sue kissed me from time to time and interspersed the kisses with small talk. Sue was very good at teasing intimate details of my life with John;...
Alexus Mitchell sat quietly behind the library information desk hoping no one would come up to her with questions. She desperately wanted to be back sorting and filing the returned books and straightening up the stacks. It was far more peaceful and she didn't have to worry that someone might be making fun of her. And the poor girl had reason to feel that wa...