Last week, while walking through the Algonquin College campus in the City of Nepean, Ontario, I came across a vision of beauty. Sagal Hussein, a six-foot-tall and bodacious beauty of Somali and Italian descent. With her curvaceous loveliness hidden by a traditional Islamic long skirt and her pretty face framed by the Hijab, this lady definitely stood out amo...
I will introduce myself... My name is Edward Kallaway, but my friends call me Eddie. I'm a family man, ordinary like any other. I have a wife, three children, a beautiful house, a great car, as well as a very good job. From the moment I was born, I felt that something was missing, and that something was love. I never had love, not even from my parents. They...
Jane loves Kelly and she hopes that Kelly loves her too. Some women want it all and who can blame them? This is your life, your one and only life. Yet, sometimes a stretch, some women, those who swing both ways, want the best of both sexual worlds. Some women want the love of a man and the love of a woman. Some women want heterosexual sex with a man and les...
Introduction I first started this story about 2 years ago under the same title. My online name then was Holly14695. Unfortunately, due to a family bereavement, I had to take a pause from my online activities. However, that is history. I am back now and of the several stories I wrote here previously, I chose this one to resume albeit with a lot of alterations...
I search the bar at SEATAC, the Seattle-Tacoma airport, for prey. If my quarry is a lesbian traveling alone, there isn't much of a challenge. No challenge, but good sex. It gets tricky if there's a lesbian couple in the bar. With a couple, the chance of successfully intruding into a committed relationship is hard to figure. If the women have no interest in a...
"Wake up, beautiful." "Morning, gorgeous." Grace rolled over and kissed Linda. Both of the beauties - each indeed matched the others' verbal description - were clad in panties and babydoll nighties. As was usual when they slept together. "Grace -- are you awake enough to talk?" "Sure." "We should talk about where we are going." "Going? Is everything OK?...
The great stretch of weather continued, so my wife, Deb and I continued to sit on our porch and observe people walking by, and occasionally read a page, or two in our current books. I think I might not have told you readers much about us, except we are one of the older couples written about on this site. At 73, I try to keep myself in fairly good condition...
What follows is based on a true story of love between two women. Tiffany, a dear and sensuous friend of mine in her mid 20s, agreed to answer a series of questions I put to her regarding the details of her recent love affair with an attractive married woman. This is the essence of what she told me. The names have been altered and some of the details filled i...
Our car pulled up outside Mrs Kumila's substantial villa. It was, she had told me, paid for out of her husband's business but he saw little of it - spending most of his time in the Middle East. She was more than happy with the arrangement for it gave her the freedom to indulge her preference for Sapphic love. And so it was that we walked up the steps, hand i...
A lot of the people who have read about my 'adventures' as a lesbian jailer working inside a women's correctional facility mistakenly believe that all I ever do is molest the pretty girls locked up here, but that's complete nonsense. I'm actually very good at my job, and even if my superiors doesn't always take notice, my fellow jailers and a lot of the inma...