The name is Catherine O'Neill. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and gray-eyed young white woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm athletic, short-haired and tattooed. The toughest Butch Chick this side of New England. I attend Antoine College, a historically black private school with a student body of thirty eight hundred per...
Shelby woke up and ran her hand through her shortly cut, brown hair. She smiled as she looked at the naked bodies of her girlfriends next to her. Rachel had small A sized breasts and so did Morgan. Rachel's hair fell just below the shoulder blades while Morgan's fell to her shoulders. A ray of sun shone through the window touching Rachel's hair at just the r...
"What's strange is that I've never been sexually attracted to women so I don't know why I took the bitch in." "The 'bitch'?" The therapist asked. Kara Brandon blushed slightly, "I'm sorry, I don't usually talk like that. Her name is Meredith Logan." The therapist smiled a benign smile, "Transference." "Excuse me? Transference?" "Why you took Meredith i...
Eliza Lintock, aged 21 has been sent to a psychiatrist by her mother who is worried because her daughter insists that she is a lesbian and has no desire to have sexual intercourse with men... The psychiatrist is Dr Diana Lemon, aged 42, an expert on matters sexual... DIANA: Come in, Eliza. Please sit down. ELIZA: Aren't I supposed to lie on a couch, or som...
This is one of a set of four 750-word stories, each told from the perspective of a different wedding guest. The order: Uncle, Groomsman, Aunt, Waitress. The first two are Gay Male and self-contained. The last pair are Lesbian and are also self-contained. The door was open. I did not know what I was doing. I had been with plenty of woman but never dared pick...
I'm finally able to be more submissive at this time. It wasn't always possible. You see, I was raised to be a strong Black woman. And I am Butch as well. Well that conflicts with my emerging submissive sexual desires. I like to be submissive to older White women. Talk about weird, eh? My name is Amelia Javier. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and short-hair...
Delina threw her teacher's legs over her shoulders. She had spent the last five minutes playing with her boobs, licking and sucking them until Mrs Mwera was groaning like a patient in a Flying Doctors' ambulance. Now, she stared at her language teacher's dark pussy lips shining with the juices of arousal. The sparse cunt hairs clung to the sides as if fearin...
Deep breathes. You look fine; she wouldn't be meeting you if she didn't like you, right? I sigh, steadying my shaky hands as they clasp on the top button of my jean jacket. Standing in front of the mirror, I give myself one last once-over before I head out. Light makeup-that'll get messed up, anyway, so no point. Hair down, hair-tie on wrist- easy access fo...
God Loves All His Children: Santa Muerte The air-conditioner hummed in Dr Cynthia Parnell's office. Turned up all the way, it made an overbearing noise. From the window, certain shops and businesses could be seen. In their windows, carved pumpkins grinned at the sweating passers-by. To open a window would be to let hot air in. Dr Parnell checked the electr...
Hijabi, that's what the world calls women like myself. We who wear the hijab as a sign of feminine piety and chastity in accordance to the rules of Islam. Yet so often, people pay more attention to what's on my head than they do about what's in it. My name is Halima Abdullah, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, provinc...