The confessions of a confirmed Lesbian. This story is about Maryann, my very first female lover. Maryann is the reason that I am happy today. She made me understand that I am a Lesbian. She made me what I am… I might as well start at the beginning. I suppose I’ve always been attracted to
Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately
I guess you could say I’m a fairly lucky girl, I have a good paying job that I love and I live in a high rise only three blocks from my job in a middle size city. As for me, I’m a five foot six inch tall red head and weigh one hundred and twenty
“Where’s Joanna,” asked Peggy, “she’s always late?!?” Judith smirked a little and responded cattily, “Doesn’t Frank have Wednesdays off, if he does, I think we all know what she’s up to!” The three at the table all chuckled at that one, but it was Susan who came to Joanna’s defense when she opined, “Let’s not
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
I met Joan on Thanksgiving Eve. I remember the date so well because a bunch of friends and I were out celebrating my becoming a partner in a Wall Street firm. Quite a feat in any man’s terms, especially for an Hispanic at that time. Well, half Hispanic anyway, which turned out to be telling
It had been 2 months since Magda Carter had hired the new cleaning company, but she hadn’t yet felt comfortable around the 24 year old girl they had been sending. Magda considered herself a refined upper- middle class woman. She was in good shape for a 37 year old 5’4″ woman. She’d been told that
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
This story is only a fan fiction, not real. Sarah threw herself down on her couch and took a deep. She was exhausted after a long day of shooting. She really loved to work with Scrubs and she was grateful for the fame it had brought her, but sometimes the workdays were just too long.
Kristie Davenport saw her mother bearing down on her from across the living room like a battleship weathering a rough sea. Kristie took a deep breath to steady her nerves. A lame mother was hard enough to bear, a lame mother who has already had to buy her daughter one full set of new bras
I’m Sophia. I’m in my second year of college now, but this all happened during my first year. I’m not allowed to tell you where, but it’s in the upper Midwest. Smart, well-rounded people go here, or at least people that think they’re smart. I don’t consider myself a genius, but am generally pretty studious,
I can still remember the first time I raped another woman, it was a few years ago but the sexual thrill it gave me is still as vivid now as it was then. You notice I said “the first time” the thrill I got I’ve never been able to recapture with normal sex, so since
Lois was in the hospital for observation and physical therapy for a muscle condition she had. Her doctor decided to hospitalize her for tests and observation. Here’s her story: As I also had 2 separate orthopedic injuries as well, I would have tests in the morning and physical therapy in the afternoon. I was in
I’m a female, not hard on the eyes and am in my freshman year of college and looking for a female sex slave to dominate. I had my first slave when I was fifteen and she had just moved into the fairly small town I lived in. Her family moved in a few doors down
My morning started out as usual, I made my husband and son breakfast and got them off to work and school respectively; then I made decision that would come to change my life. My son is eight; I have been married nine years, am thirty years old, stand five foot seven inches tall, brunette with