I was hired at a small prestigious law firm in the library. Fresh out of college, I had majored in Library Sciences, but in this economy I was grateful for the opportunity. My responsibilities were heavy. I assisted the paralegals with Westlaw searches and court records. I also input scan and catalogue all the documents to PDF format. I was proud of my new...
I never considered myself lesbian. Bisexual maybe but not even that felt completely right. I used to say "I can live without pussy but not without cock." When the term heteroflexible came into vogue that felt much better, more accurate. So how is it that I find myself telling you the story of two women in love? Happenstance. Fate. Just pure dumb luck maybe?...
Stories in this series were an attempt to write about sex from a woman's perspective. I really did want to write about an older woman who becomes a willing, insatiable slut for men with big cocks. But as I began to write, she had to go through other things first. For the reader, you will find a wide variety of adventures in these stories: lesbianism, dominat...
Hi everyone! As per usual, I love comments and constructive criticism, so please send them my way! A great thanks to Azure_skies for quick editing. Hope you all enjoy! ***** From Irri's Eyes: Bee was grasping my hand tightly as we maneuvered our way to the outdoor patio of the club. The patio was urban and grungy with fairy lights that blended with my dru...
Lindsay and Sarah are two young mums in their twenties. They work part-time in an old peoples’ day centre. They are two very different characters. Sarah is cool, trendy, sexy and rather fiery. Lindsay is a rather boring, geekish hippy-type. The two girls fall out over some minor issue. The consequence of which leads to Sarah humiliating Lindsay. Lindsay was...
Jenny locked the classroom door, rummaged through her box of goodies and removed Becky. Becky was Jenny's favourite dildo that had been nicknamed after her first girlfriend Rebecca who had bought it for her as a birthday present. Becky was purple, about eight inches long, ribbed along the shaft and had three adjustable speeds. She took the length of the dild...
(Special thanks to Bad Penny for her help in proofreading the story.) * "Just bring it in here!" Erica heard the woman's shout clearly through the door, and she adjusted the package in her hand to try the doorknob. It opened easily, revealing a large studio apartment. The place seemed like a nightmare of disorganization, big blocks of stone everywhere, chi...
The dressing room was bustling as dancers and chorus girls rustled out of their costumes. The countless conversations going at once were deafening, but most were on the same subject. A ring had formed around one girl, a Miss Daaé. The chorus girl had just gotten the part of lead soprano in the wake of Carlotta's hysterical disappearance and the only people w...
The next orchestra day, I met up with Frances and Amanda. Ms. Thompson had not yet arrived. We stood near the podium. Mr. Battle, the conductor, was writing some lame joke on the board. One of the violists, Elaine, chastised him horribly. He came up with some remark, and, thus, life went on. "Are we going to Ms. Thompson's today?" Frances asked. "I don't...
I heard Grace's sobs for me as I lay in my coffin deep in my darkened apartment. My heart ached for her agony. As promised though, I sent her my heart in my stead. It would calm her for a moment and then someone would brush against her and frighten her in the crowded city street. She'd murmur to herself: 'If Angel were here, I'd not feel so frightened.' Just...