Jess seemed a bit sulky after the Princess left. Eventually I did what I knew I was going to have to do, and asked her what was wrong. I was not sure I wanted to hear the reply, but sure I did not want a day of sulks. 'She will be your next one then? The Princess. I could see you two devouring each other with your eyes.' 'Darling, don't be jealous, it isn'...
I was 22 when I discovered I wanted to make love with women, as much as, or even more than, I wanted to make love with men. This was in the 1970s, while the second, or third, feminist movement was under way, and there was an element of the political about my attitudes in regard to actual sex. I was wary of men in all contexts, not least the sexual, because o...
Although Berry was dedicated to her partner Jan she sometimes thought she was spanked at the whim of Jan and things would be deliberately put in her way, to fail. Nothing sinister, they were both devoted to each other. They both had similar backgrounds of being brought up in a strict religious family, one Catholic the other a sect born out of Catholic beli...
It was Tuesday afternoon. Caroline finished her sociology exam, reasonably sure she’d aced it. Dr. Clarke had made the entire exam essays, allowing the students to show just how much they’d really learned. Caroline was glad it was her last exam of the day; she’d written several pages worth of answers, and her hand was cramped. Dr. Clarke allowed the students...
"These are actually quite useful," Rebekka said as she was inspecting the lance. "Mhm. And heavy," I replied, weighing a halberd in my hand. The walls of the castle had several medieval weapons displayed, mainly swords and spears, as well as some helmets and armour. "Well, these were definitely made for less busty girls," Rebekka remarked as her eyes went...
THE EARLY YEARS. This is a spin off story from The Singer. In that particular series I introduced a female pastoral worker named Petra who comes out at the end of the story. I promised to tell her story because it was an interesting tale. It's a little long so I've chopped it into three parts. It's set in Melbourne, Australia. There's been a lot of talk ab...
(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...
"Remember, you have type 3 hair, so promise me you'll use a good conditioner, and don't borrow some other girl's," she said. "Okay, Mother, you can leave now, my hair and I will be fine." "And sweetie, the most important part of this year is rush. So start researching the sororities early, and focus on a few superior ones that you think you really have a g...
For my 18th birthday I was given round-the-world ticket as a gift from my parents. I didn't have a lot of savings, but I decided to go and work along the way to cover my travel costs. I found an orpeh job for a rich family in Long Island, New York. They had a son and two daughters; Tom aged 10, Britney aged 12 and Kathleen 23. I would have to look after the...
Debbie Kendall had adjusted a bit to her situation as Jane Mensch's sex slave, and it was oddly the lesbian factor that was easier on her than the others. Taking a strap-on dildo regularly up her ass was far more difficult, given that she was an anal virgin before being sent there, and had no intentions of ever changing that. Being dominated was galling to...