For a few weeks, things started to stabilize. I found some excuse to stay at Rebecca's apartment almost every night, and Jennifer found some excuse to come visit me after class every day or two. I kept trying to rationalize what was going on, telling myself that my time with Rebecca was only about sex... but a few days into this new pattern, things cooled of...
There is so much fun to be had in the world of sexual play. Seriously. My name is Nina Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I love Black women. I've always been into them. Caucasian chicks don't do anything for me. When I came out as queer in college, I w...
Part One Carol leaned back against the leather seat of the limousine. Tired of sitting and staring out the window she fought the urge to stretch. She had been in the back of the car for nine hours on the way to a place she had not been in fifteen years. She could no longer see very much outside the tinted window as the sun was only gracing the top of the gr...
We walked, hand-in-hand, to Heather's kitchen, both of us wearing nothing but our smiles. I felt, in a strange way, a little more shyness than I normally felt. Heather seemed totally at home with our little nude jaunt. She carried herself well, walking smoothly and giggling most of the way. Her breasts, due mostly to their diminutive size, hardly bounced at...
Lexie leans against me under the warm flowing water, and our breasts press together. She closes her eyes as the water hits her, and she kisses my neck while she runs her hands across my body. Now that the taboo seal of actually touching is broken, I feel an intense desire to touch her back well up in me. I slide my hands down her back, pulling her closer. My...
My Mother taught me that life was short. She knew as she died from cancer at the ripe old age of 35, I was 13 years old at the time. She said life was short and that I should try my best to enjoy as much of it as I could, and not to pay a lot of attention to what stupid people may think. And that most people were stupid, doubly so for the highly educated one...
The fascination of Elizabeth's conversation lingers, even these many years later. As I write, I am transported back to that Hall where I sat on a velvet covered mini-throne opposite the Great Queen. Wherein lay the fascination? The Sultan himself asked me later, but neither in my dispatches nor in my oral report, could I quite capture the charm and charisma...
Lesbian woman steps out of the closet and finds love. * Alone with her thoughts of making love to another woman, kissing her, touching her, feeling her, holding her, being kissed and touched by her, Janice's frustration with her lack of a sexual life was unbearable. She didn't want to spend, yet, another summer alone. Whenever she wished she could have hot...
This story has taken a different path from the original conception thanks to feedback from one reader. While it would have been nice if the comment had not been anonymous and maybe a little more polite, it did at least spur me into writing the next instalment from a different perspective and this is the result. As always, your constructive feedback is great...
A lot of people are surprised when they meet me. Zafirah Hasibah Kadir is the name. Born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Presently I live in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I am an Arab woman through and true, and a practicing Muslim to boot. I am proud of my Saudi Arabian roots and I am proud of my faith as a woman from the Islamic world...