Author's Note: This is a true story of Jane and Kelly's first lesbian encounter. Starting out all wrong with the women fighting, catfighting, and Kelly stripping Jane naked, from there it turned more sexually than it continued being physically confrontational. Some women want the best of both sexual worlds, the love of a man while having lesbian sex with a...
While watching Jodie lap away eagerly but clumsily at Jenny's pussy, Kristin ran one hand down inside the front of Jodie's panties. She was absolutely soaked down there, and it was with no resistance whatsoever that Kristin slipped one finger inside her, then two, then three. Jodie ground up and down on Kristin's hand while letting out a series of high-pitc...
Alex surveyed the kitchen, and was pissed. Meg had said she was going to clean in when Alex left for work that morning, and now it was even worse. Meg came out of the living room and gave Alex a kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?" She asked. "I was hungry earlier, so I made some pasta. I saved some for you in the fridge." With the Meg headed back to th...
Sarah and I are out to dinner, nothing fancy, just two friends out for Mexican food. We've downed a couple cocktails too. We plan to go to a comedy club after. "I have a bottle of wine back at mine if you wanna forget the club" she says. "We could just go and hang out" I like that idea so we split the check and leave the restaurant. Hailing a cab is easy,...
Author's Note: This is the second part of a triptych, and follows from my previous story 'Questioning.' While it's not absolutely necessary to read that one first, it certainly couldn't hurt. ... It was so cliched it was almost funny. Or rather, it would have been funny if it wasn't the single most mortifying thing that had ever happened to her. Despite w...
...Right now, I'd like to be on a certain beach I was on this summer. It's very early in the morning and no one is around. I've hiked my blue skirt up and tucked the hem into the waistband so I can wade in the water, enjoying its coolness and the pebbly bottom massaging my feet. I carry my flipflops in one hand, my bag over my shoulder. There's another woma...
Note: This story was inspired by Khachaturian's Masquerade Waltz, so in an attempt to try something new, I've set it this piece to music. Though the music isn't entirely period correct to New York's Gilded Age where our story takes place, I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. -AG Suggested Playlist: Jazz Suite No. 2: VI. Waltz -- Dmitri Shostakovich (1938)...
A/N: This story has no descriptive parts, no narrator. It's a dialogue between a Mistress and her submissive. Please comment and let me know if the experiment worked out or if it totally sucked. And just for your information, It's not necessary to understand the piece but I thought that some of you would want to know that this story takes place in the same...
Liz sat sideways on the couch looking over its back and diagonally to peer between the living room, where they were watching television, and through the dinning room into the kitchen, where her mother was cleaning the dishes from that night's supper. Liz turned back towards Beth, her nearly life-long best friend, "Okay, I think we're okay." she whispered. Th...
There was a little lesbian inside me trying to get out, who knew... not me. There was no high school crush on my math teacher or a drunken kiss with some strange girl at a club. All it took was a chance meeting with the most beautiful woman in the world but I should start at the beginning of my story. My name is Jacinta, I am 5 foot 10 with long black hair...