My friend Alana had just spilled her guts, and then some. She confessed one thing I secretly already knew: that she was into women now. Then she described in vivid, exciting detail her first time making love to a woman. After the story, she went to explain that she was using our trip to Vegas—which we were still en route to via a red-eye commercial flight—to...
A note about writing: I write as much as possible from first hand experience freely incorporating my own fetishes and prejudices, but a person only has so much sex, and some time back I ran low on personal stuff because I write a lot. Still first hand experience and fiction seem to mix well, but after a time, I started to yearn for something fresh. That's wh...
This is a continuation of the University series of stories. For those that do not wish to read previous episodes, below is a short summary of what has happened to date Amy (narrator of the story) moved into a shared student house with seven other girls. After experiencing sex with two Sisters Kerry and Victoria, Amy and her housemate Jo fell in love, enjoyi...
Jasmine and Madison looked at each other in their graduation gowns. It had been a great four years. Now, they were graduating and moving on with their lives. They had been roommates the last three years and grinned as they remembered all the good times together. "You look amazing, sweetie. No one would know you're pregnant." Madison blushed. She adjusted h...
Watching Jenny masturbate was like an epiphany to me. Her response was so honest that I had actually cum without knowing it. It was a beautiful gift that she given me; the gift of the trust that an intimate friend or lover gives to another and I wanted to give the same gift back to her. We had been friends for so long and had experienced such different adven...
The girls faced each other in a small pocket of space on the streetcar. One had hair the color of the desert at sunset. The other had soft, onyx curls escaping from a ponytail and quivering by her cheeks. They stood as well as they could in the onslaught of other transit riders: self-centered, oblivious people that neither noticed nor cared about the others...
I had been lying in bed for over an hour, tossing, turning, resisting temptation. I knew there was a letter in my in box, a letter with an attachment, and the attachment was growing bigger by the moment. I wanted to read it, I wanted to experience it, I wanted to feel all of the things that it contained. I was standing on the brink of something that I might...
Hello everyone, well, I'm back with another story. For those of you who read Dying to Come Out, a character or two will seem familiar. However, all characters are mine. For those who were concerned that I was ending that story, rest assured, I'm not done, just working on more than one project at a time. It's being written and I'll post it as soon as I've fin...
After their memorable and unforgettable party at the luxurious Five-Star hotel in Montreal, Anne P. and her lover Carole returned to their apartment in their small city near the ocean. It was back to the routine of every day life once again and with their lesbian relationship. Both women were very open minded to anything. They did things and decided everythi...
It was too hot to climb. We had gotten up early in the morning, and done a couple routes. There were three of us: Steph, Anna, and Me. Climbing as a trio was a little slow, but it was a lot of fun; and it was doubly fun because it was just us girls. It was late morning, and the sun was beating down on the cliff. It must have already been up in the 90s, an...