Hello! This is my second story, the title is inspired by the song "Latch" by Disclosure (it's a good song, check it out!) I tried and tried to find an editor (emailed about four people from the volunteer list with no reply) so please excuse the technical problems, along with me being an amateur writer. With that being said, if anyone is game, I am looking fo...
Call me Mak, because I know that for you Westerners, the Somali ethnic name Makkah is tough to pronounce. My name is Makkah Abdullah and I was born in the City of London, England, to Somali immigrant parents. These days, I attend Brunel University, where I study Criminal Justice in preparation for a career in law enforcement. Being Black, British and Muslim...
My name is Kristin Benedict. A five-foot-ten, curvaceous Black woman in my early twenties. I've got short hair, medium brown skin and pale gray eyes. My father James Benedict is Haitian-American. He works as a heart surgeon at Mass General. That's actually where he met my mother Juanita Sanchez. She came to the emergency room with her sick aunt during his fi...
The hazy dim interior of the bar was foreign territory to the young brown-haired woman. Why was she here? It wasn't like her to visit the bars, let alone a dyke bar. All around her women of all sorts jostled and gyrated on the dance floor. The music, a wild rock beat, made the whole place vibrate. She sat, broodily meditating her drink. She just wanted to fo...
I welcome all positive feedback and constructive criticism, but lately I've been getting some that doesn't make sense. Please - I don't mind help, but blind negativity helps no one. * "Tori" swung her compact frame around the pole, the cheesy music in the background helping her keep her rhythm. She'd had a horrid day at HQ, many of her fellow officers had...
Marcie loved the mall on Monday afternoons. Hardly anyone else was shopping at the beginning of the week and the air conditioned stores were a wonderful refuge from the nearly hundred degree temperatures. Besides, the young men and women in the clothing stores, dressed their best and desperate to make sales, were a sexual buffet for a middle-aged woman who l...
The sex lives of women who love who love women hold much fascination for many around the world. When looking at the lives of lesbians and bisexual women who come from outside the European realms, it's important to take culture, religion and nationality into account. Those ladies don't exist in a vacuum and where they come from affects everything about their...
Meet Tatiana Mateo, a tall, curvy and voluptuous, big-bottomed Latin beauty from the beautiful nation of Brazil. A newcomer to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, by way of Bahia, Brazil, she's having fun in the National Capital Region's fast-growing Dykes-Only BDSM scene. Women who love women like to get their kink on too, and it's a beautiful thing. When passion...
From the darkness of sweet oblivion she awakened to gnawing pain. It took her some time to realize she was lying on the floor in the living room. She tried to sit up, but a lancing pain her side nearly caused her to scream. When she did manage to sit up she had to hold her arm tightly to her side, there was no doubt in her mind that ribs were broken. Her lef...
1 Checking in for the flight, Diane was nervous. She was used to travel, as a busy professional, but this was very different. Ms. Lauren had been very specific-this long weekend trial was intended to take her out of her usual life, from the start of the trip. Instead of her usual rolling bag and computer bag, Diane carried only a purse with her ID and a new...