GOT CAUGHT"A" Some say if you don't get caught you're not doing it right. With that thought in mind here are a few short stories where we got caught. There are more. Still we never really go into trouble. Often just the opposite. INDIANA-----I'm picking a few Midwestern states where we've played our games. Yes, we got caught playing sex games many times...
I owe this story to Lunanul’s brilliant debut piece, Becoming Whole. If you’re looking for hot, kinky sex, so am I, but you won’t find it in this story, so stop before you’re disappointed. * I was a gopher on the college literary magazine my sophomore year. Then I had more hair, much less fat, many fewer wrinkles, and wanted to be a writer. One or two of...
In a past life, my name was Christine McCain. I was born in the City of London, England, to a family that didn't really practice any religion. My mother Abigail Rosenberg comes from a Jewish background and my father James McCain comes from a Christian background. By the time they had me, they were both Atheists. I attended Cambridge College for Business Admi...
I don't always eat pussy while wearing the Hijab, but when I do, said pussy belongs to my best friend and secret lover Amanda Valdez-Dieudonne. We have lots of fun together, Amanda and I, as often as time allows. I work as a cashier at Loblaw's, and I'm studying business management at Algonquin College. Keeping my lesbian activities a secret from my uptight...
Apparently, Somali Muslim lesbians don't exist. Hmm, that's news to me because I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Halima Ali, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study bio-chemistry at the University of Ottawa, and I'm also fairly active on the campus LGBT scene. Indeed, I'm the only Musli...
I was born in Huntington Beach, California in the mid-80s. My parents were Orange County Republicans, which means they were hyper-conservative religious zealots by day and sexual predators by night. I hate to generalize about these things, but having seen what I've seen in my twenty-something years, I guess I have a right to my opinion. If you don't like it,...
This Essay Was Begun— Thursday, September 27th, 2018, 6:14 p.m. Well then, and good day, friends! Yes, 'twould appear it's essay time again, would't not. The topic: writing lesbian fiction. I realize there've already been done a number of essays, treatises, theses and tutorials on the subject at hand. But now...there's one more. What got me into writin...
My gorgeous wife and I have twelve beautiful daughters, all between the ages of 18 and 19. Several of them are twins. My wife herself is an identical twin, and her sister is every bit the crazy nympho that my wife is. I know, because on countless occasions we've had a threesome. There's nothing quite like banging your wife's sister while she eats out your wi...
My wife Sandy and I (Brett) are both forty five years old and had been contemplating swinging for many years. We both agreed that we would wait until the kids had left the nest before we pursued any of our fantasies. I am handsome I guess, well I have been told so anyway, with an average build but Sandy is as very sexy girl. She has been since the day we m...
My name is Annabelle Mitchell. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, wealthy Irishwoman attending State University. Currently, I live in a mansion and I am served by my very willing slave, Wanda Sullivan, a big Black woman who used to be a Professor of Literature at the school before she found her true calling. She wanted to be my servant. More...