I'm different from other girls and I know it. I don't like the term lesbian, and don't think of myself that way, although I exclusively desire women. But I don't fit into any of the categories people are used to. I don't like labels. I want to be seen as an individual, as myself, as Heather. I'm quite feminine to begin with. I have delicate ankles and feet,...
Aunt Fiona wasn't really my aunt, but mum always referred to her that way, she was actually a distant relative whom had always been close to the family. I hadn't seen her for ten years, since I was eleven and she was twenty-one. She owns a successful clothing company in jolly old England and was moving back to Australia to branch out; which meant she would b...
I'd expected Emily to be mortified that I'd found her sleeping naked outdoors, but she made no move to put her discarded bikini back on. Instead, she made idle chit-chat, stretching lazily in the sun. I treaded water as we talked, thinking to myself over and over, Act normal. Act normal. I was so rattled by my close call that I was shaking. I struggled to...
Who are you? Where are you taking me? How did you know my name? What about my friend? Those were the questions that should have been circling through Carol's head. Those were the questions she should have been asking. But every time she found a moment to think straight, every time she worked up the gumption to say anything, the only sound that escaped her...
The first thing she could consciously remember were two forms, each twining around the other. They alternately rose and crashed against each other. Hands appeared and disappeared into folds of flesh. Cascading hair covered unknown faces, and then swept along a breast and then a navel, a back then a buttock. As the two figures arched and writhed, rose and fel...
I've spent every Friday and Saturday evening over the last three months sitting at a small table near the corner of the stage at the Magic Dancer Club. I have a few drinks and enjoy the show as the various ladies strut their stuff on the big stage. It's a very nice club if you happen to be into exotic dancing. It's an upscale club with an affluent white-coll...
Part 2 It had been unseasonably warm during the weeks Debbie and I had been together back in the UK, but the heat that washed over us as we climbed from the air-conditioned 737 on the runway at Nice was almost overwhelming. "ETA on clothing departure is about ninety minutes," Debbie assured me. "You might have got that wrong by about eighty-nine," I said,...
"Maybe that swim would be good." Julie suggested. "I thought you'd never ask!" Wanda bustled across the sand of the quarry floor, jumping feet first into the clear, cool water. In seconds, she was in water well over her head. Wanda floated onto her back, closed her eyes and drifted...enjoying the sensuous water caressing her body. The cool, clear water...
Life didn't start too wonderful for me. My parents were killed in the twin tower attack when I was in the first grade. I had no siblings, aunts or uncles. My grandparents lived in California and they were the only relatives I had. My name is Megan and this is my story. The New York social services were slow to react and I spent some time in foster homes unt...
Her name was Sabine. She looked like a punk version of Marilyn Monroe. Sabina's platinum blonde hair had dark roots -- the intentional kind. It was short, but long enough for a few sensual waves, which would fall upon her pretty face as she spoke to her friend. I had seen her walk in and sit at a table near the windows. She was wearing a plaid shirt, baggy...