My name is Tessera. Tess for short. I'm 32, a boi-butch dyke and I have a mobile barber service, catering for lezgrrrls and gayboyz - more the former than the latter, but I love my poofy clients. And a surprising number of "str8" (haha) women who, ahem, protest their marital or hetero-partnered bliss rather too much, methinks! Well, in some cases I know that...
Author's Note: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and are eighteen years of age or older. The web forum mentioned in this story is fictional, as are the users names and any other information. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Accidental Lesbians Chapter Two: Study Buddies Oct 28Private MessageFrom:...
For the next week or so nothing was mentioned between the two women about the kiss. It hung between them like a guilty secret as they continued to spend time together, getting to know each other and finding more and more that, outside of their sexuality, they had shared interests and values. Helen, having been fed by Sam not once but twice, felt she ought to...
It was last period of history class at Franklin High School. Jennifer Robbins was the history teacher giving a lecture as she walked around the classroom. At 26 she was relatively new to the school having only been there for a year. She had long golden blond hair and beautiful green eyes. She wore a red blouse showing her C cup breasts and a black skirt goin...
"Jane!" "Yes, Miss," I replied, knowing that by the tone of my PE teacher's voice she wasn't altogether happy with me. I wondered what I had done, other than to wiggle my bum in an obvious manner, hoping she would notice. I really liked it when she noticed me; she was so hot. It was my last year of high school and I had just turned 18; ever since my first y...
Teresa Scalia: Barbara and Michelle Once Again Roxanne Starr the redheaded strip club owner, in her continuing efforts to become a legitimate businessperson, had expanded her lingerie shop. Leaving the small Main Street storefront, she left the quaint shop behind and moved the business into a standalone building adjacent to a large shopping mall. With nearl...
[Thanks to estragon for the proofreading on my story once again. --tricia] Session VII: Missing the Feeling As the day passed on Thursday, the redness passed from my skin and the low-grade pain that reminded me of my beatings slowly faded. By the end of the day, I was missing it. No one had spanked me on Wednesday. Dominated me, fingered me, made me eat p...
I am not quite certain what happened while I relaxed under the shower. It was sort of an out of body experience, but more individually spiritual than any sanctioned religious definition. Considering I had recently been gang raped by eleven girls sporting strap on dildos, I suppose you could say I had my reasons. And, based upon everything I heard and underst...
Note: Dear readers, this is a continuation of my story "The Subjugation of Rita" which was very well received. I've had much positive response and have been inspired to continue to story, focusing on the first time 18-year-old Rita visits her mature Mistress. I would like to acknowledge the very valuable help I have received from Jjohnr3 in editing this sto...
I walked downstairs and into the sorority's common room, dressed in the costume that had been chosen for me; I was dressed in a private school uniform, a couple sizes too small, but not too revealing. All-in-all, it could have been worse; the other three girls were dressed in costumes that either barely covered them, or were practically see through, or both....