You know you're a Lesbian Empress: When you realize anytime someone messes with you, it's like Helen of Troy. There's an army of LezBro's crossing oceans to battle for your honor. When your LezBro kicks the A$$ of some jerk-off that won't leave you alone, you starting singing, "Hey now, hey now. My LezBro's back!" You sing this unfazed in the middle of the...
I am trying something different with these stories. Instead of writing a single narrative, I have written 10 vignettes from a relationship. Each chapter alternates between the point of view of the two main characters and is written as if talking to the other person. In addition, I have written each chapter as a quickie; all of the stories are 1,000 words or...
"Oh my god, that is so good, don't stop, there yes there, oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming." The words came from Bethany Platt as she was experiencing incredible oral sex with her lesbian lover Shona Ramsey. Bethany relaxed and Shona began the slow movements from between Bethany's legs, across her belly, to the beautiful breasts, tipped with adorable nipples...
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...
Guess I shouldn't have been surprised it would come to this. Jack always insisted he was getting better, but sure enough, he was up to his old tricks: Stealing shit to fund his 'kicked' dope habit. Now I'm sitting on my front porch as Detective Pindick goes through my shit. He probably thinks I'm in on it. I'm sure to him that anyone with tattoos and a mohaw...
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...
The alarm assaults my ears so my hand returns the favor by smacking it. Time to get going. In the shower, I decide to have a quick play with myself and my vibrator. A little bit of me time before I have to get my son ready for school and go to work. Between spending time with my son Max and my job as a lawyer, I didn't have much time for dating, so I take wh...
While the boys were away in Indianapolis, the girls did play. Both Brenda and Connie did not subscribe to the theory propounded by Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas that for a girl to make love to another girl is akin to cheating on your boyfriend. Instead Brenda and Connie believed that girl-on-girl sex is a good substitute for the real thing i.e. heterosexual...
I'm tired! I hate mornings, for that matter I hate evenings to. I hate him! Who? My husband of course….HATE!! HATE!! Why? Because, I'm an irrational, spiteful bitch. BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! If I'm the bitch, why do I hate my husband, it can't be his fault can it? Why can't it be his fault he's alive isn't he. Not that I want him dead, god forbid that, but...
"Careful," laughed Alice, as the little hands pulled at her from every direction. When Nicole first announced they were going to a princess themed party she was apprehensive as usual. With all of the sexually charged experiences she had, normal was not something that usually happen in her life. However the eight year old girls birthday party was turning ou...