Lynne called the other day and asked to have lunch with me. That could mean only one thing. She had another match for me. Lynne runs a lesbian matching making service that comes perilously close to being an escort service and hence prostitution. The only thing that keeps it legal is the fact that both parties to the match must pay a fee for the introduction....
Introduction: I am taking Cathy out of the Sorority Sisters series. She is so productive that if I leave her there she will overwhelm the other girls. And for the same reason, she deserves a spotlight all her own. She has earned it; she is in a class by herself. I have an archive of her exploits begging for exposure. Cathy is a true slut -- an exhibitionis...
AN INTRODUCTION BY AMY If you have been following my story as it is posted, you will know that I am Rick's girlfriend. I have dark hair and a decent body, even in my advanced years as I approach my thirtieth birthday. You will know that Rick and I met the person you know as Intimate Confessions at an upscale resort in Park City Utah and he wrote the first i...
The First Photo Shoot Lizzy was aware that Cate liked to work with a camera. She thought they'd get into it at some point. That point came one Sunday afternoon. Cate asked, "If Lizzy would want to pose? She had an idea that came to her." Lizzy said, "She would enjoy it." Cate had a nice Nikon digital camera. It was better than other cameras she had owne...
Mary the referee went to center ring and waved her arms to get everyone's attention. "A request has been made by the audience to add some more excitement to the match. Rather than just a straight pin, some of the ladies and gentlemen would like to see a face sit pin for five seconds, shoulder blades flat, one girls crotch on the others' face for a full fiv...
Jennifer sat in the waiting room of the OBGYN's office, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The two receptionists at the desk were both occupied, and the waiting room was empty but for Jennifer, a fact for which she was very grateful. She knew her discomfort was obvious and, if one were to sit next to her, it was possible to detect the faint odor of her extrem...
I helped Stephie up over the bank. I had an almost surreal feeling shiver over me, as though I was chasing a white rabbit who was late for a mad tea party. I slipped my arm around Stephie's waist as we hobbled across the road to the cottage. "How's your foot feeling?" "A little sore," she admitted, "but it's not bad. I just hope there aren't any interruptio...
All people in this story are fictitious and 18 years old. That night in bed, I reflected upon the day's events. I smiled as I realised that what had gone on today, could now become as regular as awful daytime TV. We would have to avoid each other in school of course. Well, not forever. As far as the rest of the school knew, us two had never spoken. But that...
In the dim light in the alley, we are visible to anyone passing by who might turn and look our way. Their attention drawn by either a movement or a sound from us. But neither of us cares. The alley is close to the cross street that runs in front of the club half a block from us. Music drifts to us, loud then muted as the door open and closes with the club's...
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...