[My sincere thanks to estragon for proof-reading and copyediting this story. -Tricia] Session III: Group Session The weekend was one of the best I had had in a while. Dr. Gupta's prescription to help my sleep was working like a charm. It was a little difficult to get the privacy to masturbate, but I was managing. It was one thing to worry about my husband,...
Landing at JFK served as my first wake-up call. The airport looked the same as it had when I was a teenage girl and the crowds were as demanding. I looked for a young woman carrying a sign with my name and I saw her in no time. She offered to help me with my bags and invited me in the back of the limousine. She got behind the wheel and drove me into Manhatta...
As soon as I entered our apartment I knew something was up. My roommate, Samantha, and I had been up drinking wine and talking incessantly until after midnight. I was expecting to come home to a mess. Instead I came home to a spotless house with all the blinds pulled and wonderful smells filling the air. I dropped my bag by the door and walked through the li...
When I first met Carla, I was living in Ithaca, New York. Ithaca is a strange town for upstate New York -- people who hate it say it's "stuck in the 60's;" people who love it say it has "preserved the 60's." At least they agree on what's special about Ithaca -- they just disagree about whether it's good or bad. A friend of mine who moved to Ithaca from Santa...
This is not a work of fiction. It actually happened. However I have changed the names of the club and the person to avoid embarrassment. If you do not want to read a story about lesbian sex - do not read on. * When I was 19 I worked four nights a week in a youth club, St. Patrick's Y. C. It was a very popular youth club which attracted children and teenag...
I had been working at airport security for 4 years. You see everything in this job, desperate people, snooty people crazy people. No day is the same but every day was boring. First about me. My name is Karen I am 32 single mother. I am 5'4, blonde hair, brown eyes. My body is not what I want, size 14 and wobbly but I look good in my uniform. Today is goin...
After two long years at a community college, I transferred to UNLV and enrolled in the William F. Harrah College of Hospitality. As a transfer student, I felt behind in meeting people and making friends, and spent the first few weeks with my head down, too shy to put myself out there, sure that everybody else already knew each other and had no more space for...
The apartment had transformed from a place where 3 acquaintances lived their separate lives to a place of shared intimacy, at least between 2 of them. Hailey and Sheela rarely wore more than panties if Alex was not around. They would often touch themselves or each other, though they were not like a couple and made out very little. Experimentation, like when...
This story begins takes place on a cold and snowy December in Toronto. It centre's around a young girl by the name of Samitha. A student at the University of Toronto, she originally came from Vancouver, located on the other side of the country. What drew her to Toronto? Well, it was two things. One, she wanted a change in her life. Two, it would be a perfect...
The thought that I probably would never score with a teenage girl ever again, was in my mind the day, fairly recently, when I was surprised by a turn of events. It was this way. My neighbour's nineteen-year-old daughter, coming back from a day at college, rang my doorbell... Here's what I had been thinking: "I'm forty-six. I have been a lesbian since I was...