Webcams and Sexstories

by blankpage (blankpage1027@hotmail.com)

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It was late on Halloween night and time for bed. As 
Sharon climbed into bed a thought came to her, she 
remembered Kerri and her beautiful darkness. Sharon felt 
so at home in the world Kerri lived in. It was a land of 
wondrous dreams, dreams of love, of life, of warmth. The 
"real" world felt so bleak in comparison. (FF, mc, 
asian, sn, rom)

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Author notes: First off, your basic disclaimer of "If 
you're under 18 or offended by sex, especially female-
female sex, get lost." Also, a warning that this story 
contains scenes of mind control and love between women. 
If the thought of two women kissing offends you (and 
only liking it in porn movies doesn't count), you should 
try reading another story. Enjoy.

***

Sharon sighed softly to herself as she glanced at her 
clock. Two in the morning. Halloween was pretty much 
over and there were certainly no more people who would 
be coming for candy. She looked out the window one time, 
to be absolutely sure there were no more kids and then 
shut off the outdoor light.

Time for bed, she thought to herself.

She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, reminiscing. 'If 
Kerri were here, she'd come and hold me tonight,' Sharon 
thought to herself. Kerri was Sharon's close friend and 
roommate for four years. They were inseparable. Those 
few who knew them could easily mistake them for sisters. 
But there was more to their relationship than they told 
everyone else.

Kerri was always Sharon's one and only lover.

A cold breeze whipped over the back of Sharon's neck. 
She at first curled her jacket closer around her, but it 
wasn't enough to keep her warm. She decided it was time 
to get into her nightgown and 

by S. K. Jacoby

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A young, straight woman reluctantly accompanies her
friend to a lesbian bar and discovers that she, too,
has strong urges for her own sex. She lets herself be
seduced by a pretty butch. This girl girl, first lesbian experience
story features oral cunninglingus and required reading!

***

My introduction to the love of another woman came on a
warm spring evening very recently. I find myself
confused about what it means, afraid of the emotions
the experience has unleashed. And yet I cannot rid
myself of the glow of that one breathtaking adventure.

Until it happened I had always regarded myself as very
straight. Sure, there were opportunities in college,
where I knew a few lesbians. But I had always been put
off by them, by their butch mannerisms. Perhaps in my
revulsion I was just hiding some inner truth about
myself? I never thought so until now.

As for men, well, I liked them and they sure seemed to
feel the same toward me. I never regarded myself as a
classic beauty, but I do have a fine figure. The
numbers tell part of the story, if I do say so: 5’6″
tall, maybe 120 lbs. I’m in good shape, too, thanks to
jogging and squash. Men also seem taken with my large
light brown eyes and my knockout smile.

And, like I said, I’ve always taken to men — or, at
least, the male physique. There’s something wonderful
about a tight pair of buns and, lets face it, a stiff
cock can satisfy some very animal urges. That delicious
sense of fullness as it stretches me that pressure of a
man’s pelvic bone against my clit, have always left me
deeply satisfied.

In fact, I was so fond of the male version of … Read the rest

by Mervsaylor (mervsaylor@hotmail.com)

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A modest housewife decides to step outside her
comfort zone while out one evening with her
neighbors. She wonders what goes on behind the door
of a strip club and finds out that she becomes the
show. Chapters 1 through 5. This story features girl girl, exhibitionism, female masturbation and some bondage.

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Chapter One

“What do you think of this skirt and blouse?” Ann
turned to her husband Tom as she asked the question.
She held up a white blouse in front of a black
leather skirt. “That looks great.” Tom always liked
it when Ann wore a short skirt and the leather one
was as short as she had. It wasn’t like the ones you
see the young girls wear but it hit a couple, three
inches above her knee. Tom and Ann’s neighbors had
invited them to go out for the evening.

Ann was a little nervous in that they were going to a
bar/club they had never been before. The only thing
was that the bar was a strip club with a nightclub
type theme. In addition to watching the strippers,
there was dancing for the couples. In a way she was
kind of excited about it. Several people had told her
about the club, plus she had never been to a strip
club and consequently she was secretly looking
forward to it.

She went to the dresser and opened her lingerie
drawer. She noticed she was feeling a bit warm and
excited. After a moment she decided upon a matching
bra and panty (thong) set from Victoria’s Secret. The
set was white and sheer- to the point of being almost
transparent. It always made her feel sexy when she
wore the set and tonight she wanted to feel and be
sexy, … Read the rest

by Ilike2watch1065 (ilike2watch1065@yahoo.com)

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This is a true story of how Anne seduced Brandi, her
black co-worker after months of flirting and dropping
subtle hints. This girl girl sex story features interracial
lesbian sex.

***

For months I have been admiring one of my black female
co-workers named Brandi. I have been especially drawn
to her gorgeous “Bubble Butt” I love watching her walk
around the office swinging that ass as she walks. The
sight of her gets my juices flowing. On several
occasions I have complimented her on her beautiful
ass, her piercing brown eyes and her overall sexy
look.

She has never seemed to mind these remarks or other
similar hints I have made so I decided that I would
see if she would be willing to come to my home to hang
out for the afternoon. She agreed and the date was set
for Saturday afternoon.

In preparation for what I hoped would be a seduction
of her, I placed white silk sheets on the bed and had
plenty of scented candles in the room. A bottle of red
wine would help with her nerves and hopefully make her
more comfortable.

That morning I prepared myself by selecting a white
corset, seamed stockings and heels. I showered, shaved
my pussy, applied my makeup and perfume and dressed. I
decided to lower the top of my corset so it would act
like a shelf bra and show off my 46DD natural tits. I
selected a silk blouse so it would stimulate my
nipples and make them hard, finally I choose a mid-
thigh wrap around skirt to complete my attire. I left
an extra button open on my blouse to complete the
look. I glanced in the mirror and was pleased with
what I saw. I was now … Read the rest

By Char (address withheld)

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Two girls just out of high school, from completely
different backgrounds find friendship and more. (FF-
teens, intr, rom)

***

Becky sat on the cracked red plastic of the coffee
shop’s last booth and glumly stared into her cup. Her
whole life seemed, at that moment, to stretch out as an
unending source of boredom. Two weeks out of High
School, two weeks for the excitement of graduation to
wear off, and she had to face the reality that High
School was going to be the absolute best time of her
life. It made her want to cry.

“Damn it! It wasn’t even that good!” She told the salt
and pepper shakers, “I don’t want that to be the best
there is.” Angry tears, the same angry tears she’d been
fighting for days, welled up and threatened to drop.
One day she’d let them fall. She hadn’t already because
she’d a good idea it wouldn’t help.

And on top of everything else, she hadn’t gotten that
lousy job she’d applied for. Becky suspected that it
was because she was black. The successful applicant had
been a pretty young white girl. Life just sucked so
bad.

Suddenly a voice intruded into Becky’s misery.

“Um, Hi, Becky.” It was Christie, The Most Popular Girl
in the School. The Head Cheerleader. The Homecoming
Queen. The Prom Queen. Becky had always been torn
between hating Christie’s guts and envying her
everything. “Hi, Christie.” What does she want? Becky
wondered.

“Can I, uh, can I join you?” Christie was nervous about
something, it was plain from the hesitancy and the way
she shifted from one foot to another. Her big,
cornflower colored eyes stared anxiously into Becky’s.

Intrigued, Becky nodded and motioned to the bench
opposite. “Go ahead.”

Christie slid … Read the rest

by Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

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I didn’t want to do it at first. But she just wouldn’t
leave me alone and I guess I didn’t know how to tell her
no.

Carla was an attractive woman of 25 and we’d been hanging
out as friends for a year or so when the subject of
Lesbianism came up one night. We’d been to a friend’s
party until the wee hours of the morning and were walking
to my car when she asked me if I’d ever though about
having sex with another woman.

I was pretty tipsy from all the alcohol I’d consumed that
evening but not so far gone as to miss the sexy
inflection in her voice as she asked me about what I
thought.

I could see the dawn breaking on the horizon as we kept
up our brisk pace toward the car. Almost casually I said,
“I’m pretty happy with men, and besides I’m not sure how
you’d have sex between two women without a penis between
them.” I thought I was being witty and that Carla would
stop talking about it, but I was mistaken.

“Kristy, that’s crap about needing a cock to have a good
time. Half the fun is the foreplay, and who better than
women to know what women want. I know that Bob never
seems to satisfy my needs, all that ever happens is he
gets his off and leaves my frustrated as hell.”

I knew that she was right about her boyfriend Bob, he was
a real creep and I wasn’t sure what she saw in him, but
that still wasn’t a reason to go lesbo as far as I was
concerned.

That was our first conversation about lesbianism and the
beginning of this really strange thing between us. After
that night … Read the rest

by Wellwisher (wellwisher95@hotmail.com)

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My Indian wife consummates her lesbian relationship and
pledges herself to her new lover.

***

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 in hand, to be
admitted by the pretty maid.

By now I was very happy and supremely horny. Mrs.
Kumila had said that she wanted a lesbian slut on heat;
and that is what she had got. Of course we had kissed
in the back seat of the car as we returned from the
restaurant. And Mrs. Kumila had lifted my hand to her
ample breasts, which I had caressed and massaged as we
drove. But I wanted more.

I wanted to feel and kiss her soft skin. To run my
hands over her luscious curves. And above all I wanted
to taste her womanhood. I had never eaten a woman’s
pussy before – though I’d often secretly fantasised
about it. Now I wanted this final confirmation of my
transition from heterosexual housewife to lesbian
mistress. I could think of nothing else.

No sooner had the maid glided from the hall than I
pulled Mrs. Kumila too me and whispered in her ear.

‘Please, darling, take me up to your marital bed. Teach
me to service you and be a good lesbian. And please,
auntie, I want to stay with you all night. I told my
husband not to expect me home. Its you I want.’

‘You’ve got me my love, … Read the rest

by Wellwisher (wellwisher95@hotmail.com)

***

My Indian wife Anita continues to explore her lesbian
desires by going on a date with her new female lover

***

Returning from a tiring day at the office I found the
house quiet. My sensuous Indian wife Anita had not met
me at the door and sat with me in the drawing room as
was her normal custom. I went up the stairs to our
bedroom and found her sitting at her dressing table. I
could tell from the humid air of the room that she had
been bathing and washing her long black hair. There was
a strong aroma of perfume. I watched as she applied
lipstick to her full lips.

I walked up behind her and kissed her on the neck and
gazed into her reflection in the mirror.

‘You look and smell beautiful my darling’ I said.

She smiled and rose from her chair, turning to face
me. She looked ravishing. Her hair was open and
slightly curled. She was wearing large silver earrings
and a complementing silver necklace. A white shirt was
unbuttoned sufficiently far to draw attention to the
cleavage of her full breasts. A short leather skirt
hugged her rounded hips and arse, giving way to bare
smooth legs, which reached down to black stiletto
shoes.

‘What do you think of your wife? Do I look okay – I
mean, sexy?’

‘God yes, honey. Devastating is how I’d describe you!’

Anita stepped towards me and gently pressed her body
against mine. ‘Thank you’ she whispered in my ear. ‘I’m
so nervous darling. Mrs. Kumila rang this morning and
has asked out to dinner tonight. I accepted her
invitation – I hoped you wouldn’t mind.’

Anita reached up to kiss me and I met her lips with
mine. ‘Tell me … Read the rest

by Wellwisher (wellwisher95@hotmail.com)

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A sexy Indian wife in her 30s is initiated into lesbian
love by a mature voluptuous neighbour. After an
afternoon of intense passion she returns home to
narrate her adventures to her white husband.

***

Always, in the evening, I love to hold my beautiful
Indian wife Anita in my arms and gently caress her soft
and smooth body. She is 34 years old and very feminine.
Her body is naturally curvaceous – with generous
breasts and nicely rounded arse. But she looks after
herself, exercising regularly and keeping her stomach
nice and flat and her legs well-toned. Her hair is deep
black and her skin dusky – its richness set off by her
red lipstick and the golden bangles and necklaces she
loves to wear.

Oh yes, her perfume is always noticeable. In short, she
is striking indeed and always turns heads. She is also
very sensuous and more than satisfies my needs. He cunt
is shaven smooth and always open to me – and invariably
wet. What more could a man ask? Well, I was now about
to discover that there was more.

One evening as we lay together Anita reached for my
cock and began to gently and seductively stroked it.
But there is something different about her, an air of
nervous excitement. She leans across to kiss me, her
soft breasts sliding across my chest. As she does so
she holds my gaze. ‘Darling,’ she says, ‘I have a
confession to make. I need to tell you something.
Something happened while you were at work today. Your
Indian woman had an adventure. I’m a little nervous
telling you. But I don’t want any secrets between us. I
think you can handle it – can’t you?’ ‘Go ahead, I
reply, you know I … Read the rest

by Mredfox (mredfox@comcast.net)

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College was out for a year so I got a job as a cleaning
lady and cleaned more then the house. (FF, work)

***

I was supposed to start my freshman year of college,
but due to circumstances, money and my Mom was pretty
sick, I postponed it until the following year. I was
looking for work that I could do under the table so
that I wouldn’t have to pay any income tax on it and it
would be all free and clear.

I was a five foot two red head, who for some reason,
people seemed to trust on face value and I thought
cleaning houses was a job I could do under the table,
without a problem. I put out some fliers and that same
afternoon, I got a response from a lady who lived
around the corner and went to talk to her. She had two
kids in school, was very active in the school PTA,
along with being quite disorganized from what I saw of
the house. Not dirty, just stuff, toys etc., laying
everywhere.

We agreed on a price, I was going to work two to three
days a week for her and started right then, organizing
the household. For the most part it was a pretty easy
job, they were a very clean family, except for the fact
the kids hated to put anything back.

After a couple of days there, I started doing the
family wash, for lack of something better to do and
when I was putting away the lady of the house clothes,
her name is Elaine, I made a very interesting
discovery. I was rearranging her underwear drawer, took
every thing out to find at the back of the drawer, a
strap-on cock.

It was … Read the rest

by H. Jekyll (h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com)

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On a cruise, romance blooms. (FF, MF, mast, oral, voy)

***

Author’s Note: Please send comments, inquiries,
requests, and criticisms to: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com. I
do enjoy corresponding with like-minded people. I am
especially indebted to Maggie McGee for criticism and
editing. She is responsible for what “charge” the story
contains.

***

I slipped onto deck and saw two women from our tour
group kissing. They had found a niche formed by some
superstructure and a lifeboat, where they thought they
would be hidden, where they thought they could see
anyone who approached. I slid to a shadowed area and
watched them kiss.

They were roommates, but more, always together. Any time
one was there, the other was close. Of course there had
been friendly speculation that they were gay, but they
were circumspect and the speculation was just to pass
time on the tour. If they had been older no one would
have thought about it at all.

Or maybe they would. The couple made a lovely contrast.
One was an administrator from my school, fair, with
blown-dry, gray-blond hair. No, not fair, but pale.
Creamy, English pale. And funny. She had an unlimited
supply of jokes, could spout Simpson’s lines, and once,
when we had over-sampled the local beer in Shanghai, she
had managed to count to five in one belch.

I would laugh at her jokes and try to one-up her, but I
also liked to look at her. Her friend was dark, with
dark brown eyes and dark curly hair. She was quieter and
more serious. Perhaps she had a darker soul? She
listened more than she participated. Both were athletic
and trim, one trait they shared.

Now they were kissing and everything was different. I
watched them brush their lips on each … Read the rest

by Pallidan (lee120fs@datasync.com)

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An ex-cheerleader in school is desperate for money and
goes to a bank owned by a school she used to ridicule
in school. She promises anything for the loan which the
woman is more than willing to get even with her. (FF,
exh, reluc)

***

“Please Ann I need the money bad. You’re the last
chance I have before the creditors take everything I
own. I have two girls in college.” Lynn begged.

Lynn was totally ashamed of herself standing there
begging Ann for the loan. She had been in every bank
for miles and had been refused everywhere. This was her
last chance; however, Ann was her worst fear. She had
tormented the woman throughout their high school
career. Ann wasn’t very pretty then and she was the
most popular cheerleader in school. None of the other
girls would take to Ann because of all the names she
had called her.

At 36, she had found herself alone with two girls after
her husband had divorce her and disappeared. He left
her with over 30 thousand in bills and the collectors
were calling daily to foreclosure on her home, car, and
everything else she owned. Her daughters’ college was
in jeopardy.

Ann on the other hand had married the local banker who
passed away several years after leaving her everything.
She now owned half the town Lynn thought as she stood
in humiliation before her begging to say her future and
that of her girls. Even her boyfriend had left when he
heard about her debt.

“Do you reminder all the things you did to me in
school,” Ann asked looking up form the desk.

“Yes, but we were only kids then Ann. We have grown up
now.” She replied.

“Well I haven’t forgotten. You … Read the rest

by Sweetmeat (live-to-please@hotmail.com)

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My boyfriend left me. Then my neighbor Irene rescued me
from my funk, giving me my first lesbian experience.
(FF, 1st-lesbian-expr)

***

My boyfriend and I had purchased a two bedroom rancher
in a rather upscale neighborhood and had been in it
about eight months when I came home from work to find
he had left me. There was just a short note that said
he wasn’t ready to settle down into family life, sorry.
Of course my life came crashing down on me, I had no
inclination that he felt that way, he always seemed
happy and I was totally devastated by this turn of
events in my life.

A couple of days later, I was sitting on my front step
with the note in my hand, crying like a baby when my
neighbor, Irene, came over to see why I was in tears.
We weren’t really friendly but always said hello and
sometimes made small talk, but it was a shoulder to cry
on, so I told her what happened. She let me pour my
heart out to her for which I was very grateful and gave
me the attention I needed most right then, the fact
somebody cared about my life. She wrapped her arms
around me and consoled me so that I began to feel
better about myself and my situation.

When I stopped crying she invited me over to her place
for dinner, telling me that her husband traveled on
business three to five days a week and she hated to eat
alone. I was in no mood to cook but was certainly
hungry, so I accepted without any hesitance and we went
over to her house for dinner.

She was an excellent cook and I ate more then I
normally … Read the rest

by Pallidan (lee120fs@datasync.com)

***

Two girls and neighbors work in the same office and one
of them catches the other stealing. She blackmails her
till she refuses to continue and then go over to tell
her mother which she still refuses. Things change fast.
(FF, exh, oral, anal, bd)

***

Windy had been caught taking money from the company her
and her next door neighbor Danielle both work at.
Danille had to be the one who caught her The girls had
been friends all through high school and had a lesbian
scene together a couple of times during that period.
However, when Danielle threatened too report her,
things changed dramatically. Danielle told her she was
to become her sex slave and started making her do
things like servicing her during work and after hours
at home.

At first it was slaps on the ass, then came tying up
and more severe beatings. Ass worship was next. Windy
was convinced things couldn’t get much worst. When she
finally go the courage to ass her mother, who was a
lawyer what the penalty for a crime like that, she
decided to go over and confront Danielle and tell her
to report her. She had it. Even when Danielle
threatened to tell her mother, she told her to fuck
off. Danielle said she was coming over at 7 that night
so Windy was waiting in the living room with her mother
when the doorbell sounded. She hadn’t told her mother
yet and wasn’t looking forward to it.

Windy mother Lynn got up and answered the door.

“Oh, hi Janice.” Lynn said. “I see Danielle is with you
tonight. Come on in.”

Windy sat on the couch as the Janice and Danielle came
in. When Lynn offered them a seat, Janice sat in the… Read the rest

by Sarah J. (sarahs_socks@hotmail.com)

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Jane, a forty-nine year-old woman, takes in a younger
female lodger, who takes over her life. Jane becomes
the young woman’s slave, and eventually the slave of
the neighbor’s young girls – eventually a host of other
young girls get in on the act, enjoying humiliating and
degrading Jane. (Ffdom/F, ped, nc, bd, sad)

***

Warning: Although Part 1 does not, the narrative
eventually deals with underage persons; if you find
this offensive, then please don’t read it.

The following story is a purely fictional account. Any
relationship to any real person living or dead is
absolutely coincidental. The narrative deals with
underage persons and the author in no way condones or
promotes such acts, but realizes the special place
literature holds in the harmless enjoyment of fantasy,
which is recognized under laws of free speech. All
subjects can, and should be, freely explored with the
written word, and it is the author’s belief that, while
the criminally deranged among us may get also get
enjoyment from works of fiction, but they are not
created by them. The criminally deranged were with us
long before the Internet, or even works of erotic
fiction.

***

Part One: Losing Control

Jane Sullivan was forty-nine, and in what she would
describe as okay shape. Her long, brown hair brushed a
pair of slim, tanned shoulders, her breasts were not
that large and sagged just a little, but only a little
she reminded herself. She also had a slim waist, and
shapely legs. But then she had the time to stay in
shape, not quite a trust fund baby, but she had a nice
allowance from an inheritance paid into her account
once a month.

Still, there was always room for a little more cash.
Trendy clothes don’t come … Read the rest

by Pallidan (lee120fs@datasync.com)

***

A secretary comes back into the office late to find her
female boss whom she had a crush on being dominated by
the company black female janitor. She joins her in her
new job. (FF+, exh, reluc, v, dom, mast, oral, anal)

***

Michelle worked as a secretary for a lawyer office
owned by elder 45-year-old lawyer Jill. For the first
few weeks she started she noticed nothing unusual
except for most of the customers were black. Still this
wasn’t that unusual.

Jill was always working after she left and Michelle
being lesbian in nature had a big crush on her. Several
times she had hinted with little result but she knew
deep inside that she was a lesbian also. She just
didn’t know how to approach the subject without making
it obvious and possibly losing her job.

That evening she closed up the office and said goodbye
to Jill before getting her things. The cleaning lady a
large black lady named Miriam had just came in as usual
when she was leaving. She said hello and then left the
building for her car. As soon as she got there, she
remembered she had left her key on the desk at work and
started back to get it. The door was not yet locked so
she walked in quietly to keep from disturbing Jill and
got to her desk when she heard a noise like a yell from
Jill’s office. She quietly opened the door and was
astonished at the sight before her.

Jill was totally naked and bent over in the corner of
the room with her large white ass jutting out in back.
A black tail of some sort was shoved in her asshole and
Miriam the Janitor lady was sitting naked in her … Read the rest

by FOXI (address withheld)

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A young wife must take on a new job to help support her
family. Little does she know that the company is a
modeling agency for lesbians. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr,
oral, anal)

***

Angela got ready for her first day of work at the LE
GIRLS agency in downtown Manhattan. She felt anxious
but mostly disgusted with having to get the job. It was
only because of her husband that she got it to begin
with. He had lost another job and now hung around the
house in his underwear looking shabby and mostly
pathetic. Life had been very difficult most times with
him but now they were near impossible. Even their sex
life suffered. Where once they had sex every night, now
they barely had it once a month.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Not too bad she
thought. Her short blonde cut hair was just the right
length and her crystal green eyes looked bright. Her
pouty full lips with the new lipstick shown wet and
sexy. Her clothes, all new, fit her like a second skin.
It was a modeling agency after all. She had to look
good. The skirt was short and rode up to her upper
thighs.

Her husband complained about it but she gave him a hard
look that made him quiet down fast. Though she was only
a receptionist she wanted to look just right. Her body
was good looking with all the right curves and full
pendulous breasts with an ass to die for. She kept in
good shape and it was one of the reasons they hired
her. It doesn’t look to well to hire someone ugly at a
modeling agency. At least she had that.

***

She drove to the building complex and parked … Read the rest

by Bernadette
This story is dedicated to Maria.

* * * * * *

Paul left me months ago.

Six long, lonely, dreary months of endless darkness and
gloom. The weeks of crying, the days of yearning for a
phone call, the nights of empty wine bottles and morn-
ing headaches were all behind me.

I was healthy now, ready for a chance at a new begin-
ning. Life was looking fresh again. The sun was
bright, the air was clean. I was finally whole without
him. I had loved him so deeply. It had been unnatural,
unsettling, and uncontrolled. Now I could find the
paper and pen before me through the fog. I could see
the vision and the words. I was writing again.

Looking back, I realized the bad times were barely
lingering, whereas the good times were painted like a
portrait in my mind. But a portrait painted by a clown,
not an artist. All that time, what did we talk about?
I remembered the drinking, the parties, his friends,
the football games. All of it was one big celebration.
We laughed, we had sex, and we laughed some more. I
could not single out one time we had a serious con-
versation other than an in-depth analysis of his team’s
fortunes on the field.

Paul left me the night my sister was tragically killed
in a car accident.

He couldn’t handle the intensity, my emotions, and the
horror of it all. He was gone when I needed him the
most. My memories of that night are vague: a dinner
party at my parent’s house, the phone call, and guests
leaving quickly. Lying in the grass and vomiting. The
sounds of shattered glass. Shattered pieces of my
heart. Shattered pieces of my sister.

After six months of … Read the rest

by J.T. Malone (jtmalone70@yahoo.com)

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Two women, straight and lesbian, come together. (FF,
1st-lesbian-expr, rom)

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Author’s Note: As always, if you’re looking for a
“quickie” story or something along the lines of “Dear
Penthouse”, this isn’t the story for you. It is as
realistic and believable as I could create it. Hence,
it moves at a more realistic pace.

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I was sitting on the couch waiting for my daughter,
Rachel, to finish getting ready. We were going to a gay
and lesbian festival in the park – a fundraiser and
luncheon – at the request of Rachel’s new girlfriend
Kate. So, as a show of support for my daughter, I said
I’d come along.

Almost two years prior to this, when Rachel was a
freshman in college, she came home one day from school
and, over dinner, broke the news that she was a
lesbian. Or so she said. The only reason I had my
lingering doubts was because of the way she acted about
it, as if it wasn’t a big deal. Granted, it shouldn’t
be, but she seemed to be taking it in rather casual
stride, considering it was a bit more than simply
changing your hairstyle or college major.

Only a few weeks before, she had been talking about
seeing a young man in one of her classes, even going so
far as to have lunch with him twice. But now she was a
lesbian and, although I had my doubts, and even though
we did talk about it to some length, I accepted her
decision and left it at that. If it were a phase, she’d
likely get over it at some point. Even she admitted it
could be such, which only fueled my doubts.

Rachel had been dating Kate for a little over … Read the rest