This is the second part to a two-part short story about a married woman who is taught the meaning of love by an exotic Indian woman. There will not be any more parts or chapters: sometimes a story just has to end where it ends. ***** I continued to observe the area for the next few days. I knew one thing: open garage doors were an open invitation to come...
by Zara Greene as told to BrettJ © 2006 I really don't know where to start, so I guess I will start at the beginning. Okay, here goes .... My name is Zara and it's a Dutch name. Well, the first name is. My father was a Canadian construction worker working in Holland when he met my mother, and fell for her, hard. My parents came to this country from Holland...
The woman sat in the office Friday, biding their time as they watched the clock. Things just weren't the same with Jane not around. They knew she was having another interview at the corporate office that day, and it was difficult for them to focus on anything else. "Do you think she's going to take the position?" Monica asked. "I just don't know," Veronic...
Dear Readers, Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read my first submitted story, it means so much to me. Feel free to comment like or ask any questions if you have them. I really hope you feel as if you were right with me in my first lesbian encounter. Sincerely, Bridrel (***Based on a true story***) ***** She was the only woma...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
I was laying on my bed, thighs splayed, experiencing the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had in my life. They came in waves, with the first being a tsunami. My abdomen cramped violently, and there were loud grunts that these convulsions elicited from me, then I’d lie sweating in flash after flash of mind shattering after shocks. All brought on by my bedroo...
Delia woke from a very deep sleep to an ear splitting scream, followed by extreme laughter. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw a young Native American woman standing in the doorway. As soon as she saw Delia open her eyes, the young woman ran into the living room, still laughing loudly and uncontrollably. Delia looked around so she'd know exactly the young...
The last habitable cottage before you come to the lighthouse at Ardnamurchan, the most westerly point on the Scottish mainland if not the whole of the ancient island of Britain, used to nestle to the southern side of an old, square tower. This tower may have once been a fortified block-house, such as one sees throughout the wilder parts of Scotland, where cl...
I found myself in a strange city 2000 miles away from home. I am a travel nurse, doing my part to offset the nursing shortage in California. The job pays very well and living in a city like San Francisco only blocks from Fisherman’s Wharf makes every day off a vacation. There is a downside to this lifestyle. Coming into the 5th week of a “4 week” contract, w...
[Note to readers: most of you will guess where this is going right away. But I hope you like the journey anyway! If you have any ideas for how to better disguise what will happen, or how I better could surprise the readers, please let me know.] * "Darn it! I did it again!" Nancy berated herself. As she awoke in the unfamiliar room it was clear she had don...