I saw her sitting in the mall. Cutest little blonde I'd ever seen. She sat there all alone lost in her thoughts. I wondered if she truly was alone or maybe waiting for someone, a boyfriend or a girlfriend. As I got closer to her she crossed her legs and her little skirt hiked up pleasingly, revealing more of her long silky thighs for everyone's view. I noticed I wasn't the only one watching her either. Taking a deep breath I crossed over to her and sat down at the table beside her and said, "Hi please don't think anything bad about this, but you're so gorgeous I just had to come over and say hello." She looked at me and I could see she had been crying; her eyes were all red and puffy. She looked up at me and said, "Sorry what did you say?" I spoke ... Read More»

I met Amy on the first day of school. She sat next to me in homeroom. She was new to town and did not know anyone. I smiled at her and introduced myself. She smiled back. I suggested that we have lunch together and said that I would introduce her to some of my friends. She said that would be fun. We had first period English class together so I sat next to her. Our teacher recognized that she was knew and asked her to introduce herself. She stood and acted shy and explained that her dad had gotten a transfer to a new job in town and she had been here only two weeks and didn't really know anyone. There was something very special about Amy. She was pretty but not drop dead gorgeous. In fact she was a lot like me: short, slender, small tits, short blond hair, ... Read More»

"Hi." I rub my eyes. "Hi." "How'd you sleep?" "Good. You?" "I always sleep better with company," she replies, running her fingers up my side. I shiver, draw myself closer against her. It is then that I feel her hardness against my ass. Her lips find the curve of my neck as she slowly begins to grind gently against me, her fingers still running slowly up and down my side, occasionally moving over to my breast and swirling around my nipple but never actually touching it. I moan, press harder against her in an attempt to get her finger to actually brush against my hard nipple. No such luck there but backing up does cause her cock to press harder against me. "I brought you some breakfast," she whispers into my ear. I tip my head and see her reach ... Read More»

From the first time she walked into my shop I wanted her. I love femmes, particularly older ones. And I have a definite affinity towards nicely dressed, fit, attractive ones. I know, who doesn't? You don't have to be 50, black and butch for that. My name is Serena. I'm a single lesbian living in, well, perhaps that's not important. I own and operate a shop I call "Asides". I named it that because I never have been able to decide exactly what my stock is going to be. I buy and sell African and Lesbian art. A lot of what I buy I never sell, the items going instead into the private collection I keep in my apartment, which covers the entire second floor of my shop. I make and sell scented candles. These go well with the oils, perfumes and lotions I ... Read More»

I'm simply a 19 year old college student, but all of my sexual life I've wondered what it was like to be with a woman. I'm 100% straight. I've had boyfriends, I've had sex with them too. But I've always wondered what it would be like to make love to a woman. One night I was reading a story on this site, and the main character put up an ad on craigslist. I went on craigslist and decided not to put up my own ad, but to answer an already existing one. I found an interesting one, and for her sake I'll change her name to Alice. She's 43, but looks as if she's no more than 24. She also had a husband and two kids, but said she wanted a plaything on the side. I emailed her about her ad, and got an answer a couple days later. I found your ad on craigslist and was ... Read More»

It was a dreary morning when I finally arrived in West Virginia. My French teacher was concerned and thought it was a good idea for an Indian like me to join the 'French for Beginners' class there especially after she graded my paper. Apparently, they had the best training program in the South Atlantic region and amateurs could speak as good as a French TV reporter after going through the training, and she was banking on it. I had a class as soon as I reached there and boy, did I feel unwelcome; twenty-five white kids staring at poor old brown-me. There was one girl I warmed up to though. Her name was Virginia. She was a year older than me. How appropriate, for West Virginia. She had soft features, auburn hair, plump lips I wanted to bite of, a ... Read More»

'The Sorority Party' Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, PC's and e-mails on my previous stories. You may wish to read previous chapters of Coming Clean to learn about the characters portrayed in this continuing story. Enjoy. ------------------------------------ Ignoring the whistles and 'Hello's" from the male students, Jo parked her Harley Low Rider in front of Gamma House and dismounted. Kat and Kitten's cycles were already there and she hoped she hadn't missed anything. Unfastening a canvas bag from the bitch seat, she strode to the door and rang the bell. A tall, slender woman opened it, her ash-blond hair contrasting with her dark blue sweats. "I'm here to see Tiffany and Melodie," Jo said, flashing a dazzling ... Read More»

Karen didn't speak because she couldn't not then, she needed time to think and process the feelings that raced through her mind. She had before now always been in control of herself and her emotions and somehow she knew she couldn't afford not to be now. She had never meant to be the one to redefine this woman or her own role in this relationship. She had in fact looked at herself as nothing more than a cipher, a role she knew was defined by her earlier self in a relationship that had begun much as this one had. Serenity had been the first and last woman that Karen had loved with her whole self, and even the fledgling feelings that she had, had for that woman all those years ago didn't touch what she was beginning to feel for Kylie. Serenity Fales had from ... Read More»

"Hi," Dani said to the knew girl while extending her hand, "my name's Dani, Dani Noonan!" "Nice to meet you, Dani, I'm Becky Rice, man this is a big school!" "Yeah, it is," Dani replied while closing her locker. "Where're you from, it must be tough transferring in the middle of your senior year?" "I'm from a little town down state," Becky replied as the two girls made their way through the lunch time throng of students. "My dad got a new job and we couldn't afford to have two houses at the same time, so we had to move." "Bummer," Dani replied as the two of them went through the lunch line. They found an empty table at the far end of the room, and after getting situated they ate their ... Read More»

For nearly 20 years I was a heterosexual like many girls, I didn’t know what I was missing... I’m a shy girl in some ways who loves getting a bit of attention some times. Like every other women out there, I love teasing boys and girls by wearing sexy clothes, nice make-up and so on. I had a few long lasting relationships but I had plenty of men, mainly to have a good fun on a night out and casual sex. I won’t lie to you, I love a hard cock. But last week I had the experience of my life on a night out with some friends from London. We first went to a bar in the city after work for a happy hour. After a few cocktails and lots of laugh, Leslie invited all of us to this lesbian pub in Soho. Being very curious, we all were up for it. Mary was the ... Read More»

"I guess I don't understand," she said, watching the wine swirl around in her glass. She sat on the living room floor, leaning back against my favorite chair, her legs stretched out and crossed in front of her. She looked slightly flushed. Was that from the wine or the current topic of conversation? "Don't understand what?" I asked, smiling nervously, though I was hoping she didn't see it. "How a woman could find another woman attractive?" I had known this woman for almost twenty years and had just come out to her over dinner. With all of the rejection I had faced in the six years since I admitted that I was gay, I didn't think I could stand to lose someone else to fear and misunderstanding. Please don't hate me! The words echoed ... Read More»

I really don't know where to start, so I guess I will start at the beginning. Okay, here goes .... My name is Zara and it's a Dutch name. Well, the first name is. My father was a Canadian construction worker working in Holland when he met my mother, and fell for her, hard. My parents came to this country from Holland 15 years ago, when I was barely 8 years old. Mama and Papa didn't have a lot of money, so I am an only child. They worked hard to put me through school and now I'm going to try and become a Pastry Chef. In High School, I was friendly, but kept mostly to myself. But I did manage to make one good, true-blue friend. That's Danielle, or Dani, as some call her. Dani and I hit it off immediately. She once told me she thought my accent was sexy and ... Read More»

In my hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi, the story goes that a pumpkin farmer raced from his house toward the frantic pleas of his eldest daughter who lay pinned beneath a tractor. Upon seeing the girl, her father was seized by a tremendous burst of adrenaline, a miraculous shot of superhuman power that trebled his strength and allowed him to lift the machine off her. Little did I realize, there within the parable of Halloween lore, was the essence of society's dysfunctional relationship with woman. How apropos. I sat behind the wheel of my rusted-out station wagon, sweat pouring over my temples and cheeks, afraid. Gazing into my rear-view mirror once more, I tried to see what no shortage of people had been fooled to assume was a young man—perhaps a little ... Read More»

It was the spring of ‘99 and I was a senior in high school, just turned eight-teen. I was on the Volleyball team, physically fit and ready to take on the world. We had just won our first game and after a pep talk from Coach Azzerelli, he sent us off to the showers. I had often found myself getting aroused when in the showers after practice while I watched the others showering. I would stare at them as I had my head under the stream of water, so it wasn’t obvious. OR so I thought. One of the chics on my team was rather hot, but never seemed to have a boy friend. There was a rumor going around that she was into girls and didn’t want anything to do with guys. I was at that awkward stage where I didn’t know what I liked. I admit. I’ve had sex with a guy. Did I ... Read More»

The phone jangled me out of a particularly erotic dream at 6:30 AM. I was pretty disoriented, trying to make the leap from Salma Hayek's hot tub back to my dumpy bedroom. But even in that state I knew it had to be one of two things: a family emergency or Dickie, the scheduling supervisor at work. Fortunately it was Dickie. "What do you want, Dick? It's my day off." "I need you to go cover Schaeffer's shift out at Community Hospital." "I'm sleeping, Dick." "Come on, Harris, give a guy a break. You're the sixth person I've called since Schaeffer called in. Besides, girl, I thought you could use the overtime." Dickie was right, I could use the money. I'd moved out of my ex's apartment a couple of months ago and ... Read More»