Part One I first met Mistress Jane through the Internet. Like me, she was from Australia, so we automatically felt a connection, even though she was a very dominant bi-sexual and I'm straight woman in a kinky sort of way. We soon became good friends, and I enjoyed hearing about the things she did with submissive women while I described my encounters with gu...
This is intended to be another lesbian Romance. Not exactly sure where it's going from here though. I'm really working hard here to create a character that is reacting to a situation that she finds herself in. I really don't want her to come across as a total man-hating bitch, but not really sure that I succeeded. Please try to read it with the understanding...
Note to readers. We met online and decided to write this story together. We alternated writing sections so in places it might not flow as well as it could. But we hope you like it. Dawn & Linda ***** Dear John, It's over. I'm writing because I own you an explanation as to why. I'm sure you remember when we checked into our fantasy Honeymoon suite in the...
Note to readers: I wrote this as an homage to James Thurber. I adapted his famous story idea to reflect my own "secret life" and humbly apologize for not being a good enough writer to do justice to the task. * Wendy confidently strode into the hottest club in the city. Naturally she had ignored the long line and bouncers. Anyone so dazzlingly gorgeous, an...
I ran away from friends, activists, and reporters who were surrounding me, and headed for the room where they kept Raana in the hospital. As the first lesbian couple to get a legal marriage in our small town, we have been on the news even before today's incident, and I was already fed up with the annoying reporters or the activists who wanted to turn our pla...
The buzzing of the phone on the night table rudely dragged Joyce Madison back to the conscious world. Reaching out from the bed, she lifted the receiver and dragged the headset back under the sheets where she had buried her throbbing head only six hours before. "Hello?" the forty-seven-year-old brunette said in a groggy voice. "Good morning, Mrs. Madison,...
Erin woke up early in the comfortable hotel bed. It was a big day, after all- she was getting married. Her fiance, Tom, was likely still asleep, knowing him, though he would probably be at the church by noon. His sister, Brianna, would be coming over to help her get ready. She got up and ordered room service, and then got in the shower. Brianna knocked on t...
There I was getting married but I felt in order to be a good, faithful wife I had to get Julia off my mind. My wedding probably wasn't the most appropriate of times, but seeing her in her maid of honor dress only made me want her even more. She has been my best friend since high school and the truth is I have wanted to fuck her since we went to college toge...
The East Village Vintage Shop There are in New York, as in all cities, institutions that become part of the urban landscape. Zabar's, the Stage Deli, and Veniero's are among them. Veniero's is essentially a cookie store whose white boxes with maroon script are ubiquitous in the City. It sits in a small shop, now expanded to include a small café, on East Ele...
You looked beautiful in a new dress that flattered your curvy figure -- black, short sleeves, knee length and a bit flared at the bottom. A scoop neck was classy, but revealing. Your bronze-brown hair was hanging below your shoulders. I had trimmed my beard, shaved my head and was wearing a new suit and tie you picked out after I lost 15 pounds -- not bad f...