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Dance for the Broken

by SilenceTeitho on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Sometimes there are dances that we do, not for the public but for ourselves. It began in Russia, my home country. We would begin the night dancing for the crowds, dancing for those men with their hands in their pockets and their gaping maws, thrusting the zloty into the ridiculously brief costumes we would wear. True sexuality comes not from a red sequined...

Vi's Valentine

by queenhobart on Sep 13, 2017
Lesbian Sex

"Valentine's day is bullshit," Violet whined, rolling over on her back. She hung her head over the edge of Jess' bed to look at her friend upside down. "It was just invented by Hallmark to make money in that stretch between Christmas and Easter." "Read a book, Vi," Jess chided "Valentine's day has been around way longer than Hallmark—the first holiday to c...

The Replacement Maid

by Mistress_Christine on Sep 25, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I relish feedback and will reply to as many private contacts as I can. This may be a stand-alone story of possibly the start of a new series. ***** I was cursing the stupid bitch. I'd had no choice but to fire her but now I was left with no maid. In so many ways I was sorry to see her go but one does have to draw the line. When one employs a maid one expec...

Old Friends

by Bob Waters on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

"God, tonight was fantastic! I felt like I owned the place!" Tammy said as she stretched in her chair. Ana smiled, sipping her drink on the balcony, the traffic sounds a distant symphony of the city below. Tammy hadn't changed much since high school. "I mean, that was like back in high school when we owned the place!" she enthused as if to underscore Ana's...

Louise's Humiliation Ch. 01

by CareBearPunk on Sep 19, 2017
Lesbian Sex

As Louise's purple Marks and Sparks knickers were rolled down over her soft hips there was sudden flurry of activity on the stage. A day-glo pink gynaecology chair was wheeled on by two men in overalls and a bleached blonde woman who couldn't have been more than 19 years old wearing a white beautician's coat entered stage right pushing a trolley on which was...

Lisa Learns to Love Ch. 05

by MissLisaJones on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

It was Thursday evening and Judy was on the phone to Charlotte. "A pony day, that sounds great. ... Yes, I saw the weather forecast. Hot and sunny, just what we need ... We'll come over about eleven then. Can we bring anything, a quiche? A salad? ... Ok, see you on Saturday, bye." She put the phone down and turned to Lisa. "That was Charlotte. Friday's cance...

A Romance: Shutdown & Restart

by NoJo on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Jodie's face pinched in exasperation. She leaned back and looked along the row of desks in search of a colleague who wasn't busy on the phone. Alex, sitting at the desk immediately to her right, took his headset off and asked her what the trouble was. "It's my computer –The whole screen's frozen! That's the fourth time!" "Call the helpdesk. Do you have th...

Jessi's Wild Birthday

by jessijessi34 on Sep 14, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Let's face it, I had lived a sheltered life... I was about to turn 26, I had never done drugs (never even tried pot), never travelled outside the U.S., never been to a strip club. My roommate in college told me more than once, "If you weren't so damn sexy, Jessi, I would think you were a nun!" So for my birthday, my friend James decided that I needed to go...

Naughty Naomi Ch. 03

by toocold on Sep 19, 2017
Lesbian Sex

This is obviously a work of fantasy, not logic - be nice to each other. And read the first two parts if you like - it all follows on. Naomi stood in front of Christina, blue eyes downcast, her thick, chestnut hair shading her face from Christina's stern glare. They were in the study of Christina's home. "Say that again, please," Christina commanded, the 3...

Caren's Long Wee-end

by adoration on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Caren Yeager swung her 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL off the San Diego freeway and expertly gunned it towards her on the city's outskirts. She ran a leather-gloved hand smoothly over the gleaming wooden steering wheel and thought how superbly the black leather looked on the wheel, as if it belonged. Had her car been a Bentley, or a Porsche, even, such gloves woul...