The day I met Marlena changed the rest of my life and my sexual preference. It was a cold and rainy Sunday when Marlena Edwards arrived at my department store. She was the new department manager that was going to be in charge of the shoe section; which happened to be the department I worked in. At first I wasn't sure I was gonna get along with Marlena, she s...
"What kind of security company doesn't do direct deposit for their employees? I hate these fuckers," Nadia Barnes said angrily, as she walked to the bus stop at Pinecrest Station. Try as she might, she couldn't find the damned cheque which she'd lost right after picking it up at the offices of First Response Security Inc. If those fuckers had direct deposit,...
The first I suspected that there was more to what she felt for me than I for her was when I felt the soft but insistent pressure of her cotton clad crotch nudging into my back as I sat, facing away from her, in my desk chair. It wasn't that she hadn't given me signals before, but for all my claims to be a smart woman, there are times I can be quite slow on t...
I knew two things the moment I met my new roommate: first that I couldn't stand the bitch; and second that I wanted her. I didn't even know that I was a dyke yet. I mean, I was fresh out of high school, where you just didn't talk about things like that. I had gone out with a few boys, even fooled around with them a little, just because I was curious. I coul...
Authors Note: In this story a straight women questions herself and her sexuality. This is my first ever story, so I apologize if I fall into the same pitfalls that all new authors fall into. If you guys like it I'll continue on with it, more chapters and such, but no promises, as my interests are always fleeting. Hope you enjoy! Warnings: female masturbatio...
Recap In Tracey's Awakening I described, fairly accurately, true events that happened to me and my wife. How she made love with her married friend, and how this experience revealed to her that she was a lesbian. This next story imagines what might have happened next. *************************** The next few days were interesting. Tracey was loving and ki...
Note - All characters in this story are fictitious and are above the age of 18. * * * * * In high school my classmates considered me fairly normal. In saying that, I’m not a boring nerd but I was the same as most people. I got on well with everyone and I consider myself fun to be with. But I knew different. There are 2 things about myself, which I know tha...
Jazz POV For most people what's in the dark comes to the light. As for me when it rains it storms. It's been years since I've seen my aunt and uncle. The last time I had seen them it was four years ago at my father's funeral and before that it was six years. Even then at the funeral I hadn't spoken to them. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my e...
Watching her from across the bar room was like watching something magical in a dingy, real world. Her hair was red like rubies, catching the light and shining. Her body moved to the beat of the music with a liquid ease I envied. My eyes hungrily traced the curves of her body, following her milky arms as they swayed, making out the shape of her ankles as she...
It's 1971 when it happens. I'm in my senior year at a very conservative protestant girls' school. I've been a boarder for almost six years. Long enough to feel right at home with the archaic conventions and strictures of this "Gordonstoun for girls". The system is that girls pair up and share dormitory bedrooms. In my third year I made friends with a girl c...