Like many women in my current situation, I know what it is like to have your world turned upside down. My name is Cindy Redding. I am 23 years old. I married my long time boy friend Mark Harris at 18 and divorced him for cheating at 22. It is a sad tale. Repeating the story hurts but hels explain my current lesbian life. Looking back at our short life toget...
Note: My previous story "Paid Into Lesbian Facesitting" sets up this short story. - Kim. ***** My friend Miranda, a lesbian amateur pornstar, had tricked me into going "gay for pay" with her. I ended up loving it, but it wasn't Miranda who I couldn't keep out of my head since that day. It was her friend, the cameragirl who bluntly sat on my face after f...
This is my first attempt at Lesbian Fiction. Your constructive comments welcome. * Bound To Love - "The Bench Wenches" or "How the Rabbit Won the Cat Fight" It all started after the last customer left the gym. Judy switched the "Open" sign around so that it now displayed "Closed" and locked the door. Then while she started turning out the lights, as if...
Prologue Winter. That's what she reminded me of. Not just the refreshing cold, but the raging blizzards and still, white days. She reminded me of the short days and long nights, and the beauty so easily disregarded as safe. Most of all, she reminded me of the animalistic - the primal - hunger that drove wolves to travel thousands of miles for a single car...
Martine thrust a bite of scalloped veal into her mouth, chewed and swallowed quickly, then pointed her fork at Helen's lunch. "Aren't you going to eat any more of that?" Helen smiled wistfully down at her Caesar salad and shook her head. "I can't afford to have more than a morsel or two at lunch, dear. I can't burn it off the way you younger gals do." Mart...
The meeting had broken up quickly after Jade and Lisa left. John departed for the meetings he had that afternoon, Tori in tow. Jasmine went back to her temporary office she had set up on John's conference table. April hauled out her own laptop, and settled down to run through the IP addresses again. Running out of ideas, she thought she'd take a swing at see...
As I told my story, my best friend Lynette's eyes grew wider with every passing moment. It was terrifying and humiliating, but at the same time I couldn't believe what a relief it was to finally talk about what Catherine had done to me. I had just admitted my most embarrassing personal secret to her, that when I was in college I had become the lesbian love s...
Panic! Somewhere inside there's panic; it's trying to get out but there's a tongue still lathering my arse that's got my attention right now and the orgasm that it's giving me is overwhelming any kind of argument that my normal self might be trying to put forward. Nobody has ever even played with my arse before, and for the dozenth time in the last two days...
It's so quiet that not even the occasional cough or creak of a restless patient turning and tossing disturbs the hush of the small hours. The ward's in darkness apart from the soft-edged beam of a single desktop lamp. The pallid yellow beam falls on a sleepy nurse sitting at an old grey painted steel desk cluttered with books and folders. It illuminates her...
POST MARRIAGE BLUES In this final chapter Paula struggles to define herself as she dips her toes in the dating pool, her affairs become increasingly erratic until finally an old girlfriend steps in with her own solution. ***** You would think that after all the affairs I'd had over the years that breaking up with my husband would be like a breath of fresh...