For my entire life, I've been perceived as a male. I mean, at least for as long as I can remember, anyways. I was raised with five brothers, and my chest never grew nor did my voice ever start to sound feminine. I cut all of my hair off when I was six, and with my mom and older brothers' help (also with a nudge/dare from my brother with support from my mothe...
One of my secret fantasies that I've never told anyone is my desire to live one day as a woman so that I can know what it's really like to have lesbian sex. It's such an enormous frustration to have this desire for woman-on-woman contact and be forever denied a truly immersive role. While a man may join two women in sexual play, he can never be one of them a...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Brother Dominick parked in the rear parking lot of St. Elizabeth Parish's Trauma Center. He admired the five story building; all glass and steel; a truly modern structure. He could remember when the land he was now standing on had been a...
She was dressed in a short maid uniform, a lesbian slave serving coffee to her Mistress and miss Trixie, one of the eighteen year old students that her Mistress tutored. As Dina poured the coffee, her arm seemed to give way suddenly and the saucer tipped, spilling coffee in miss Trixie's lap. It was hot and soaked the clothes that covered the young girl's th...
Author's notes: This is a second minor editing revision of my original submission. Very little in the actual story was changed. A few more points were clarified. A couple of errors corrected. A second chapter will be following very shortly :) ************************ Jacqueline Blackwell still could not believe the events of the past couple of months. Her...
"Okay, I've got five bags of potato chips, six orange crush cans, an emergency kit, six water bottles, two comforter-style blankets, power packs for our cell phones, and enough clothes to last a while, I think we got everything," Jamila Ahmed said, smiling at her lover Bianca Haywood, who leaned against the rented Rav4. Bianca looked at the bags full of good...
Chapter 17 Miss Helena herself took on the role of mentoring Terry as the young woman began her service in the very exclusive salon. She liked the girl; she was polite, warm, and friendly. She treated all with respect, from the very wealthy client that came once a month for pampering and care, to the client that had scraped and scrimped and saved just enou...
The waiting seemed endless. She spoke to her sweet slave only moments ago. But when this sadistic mood takes over, nothing is ever fast enough or hard enough. She needed her . Now! Soon her Demons would be exorcized. Her palms cupped and relaxed against the leather that hung at her side. The infamous " Baby. " A gift from a dear friend many years ago, that...
After graduating from college, I was drowning in debt, owing more than $15,000 in student loans and grants. The bank threatened to freeze my account if I did not pay everything back in three months and the minimum wage job I had made that almost impossible. My parents could not help, having to deal with their own expenses and I was hesitant to borrow money f...
*** "Alana! Wow. It's been a while. How've you been?" If it was even possible, Bella looked thinner than before. She took off her glasses and revealed those same doe eyes, but with dark circles underneath. She looked visibly perturbed, shifting uncomfortably in her chair but still trying to maintain the façade that she was happy to see her ex-lover. At lea...