Lesbian Sex

I showered in a trance, my mind buzzing with all that had happened. I was drying my hair when Maria came into my room.

“Have you been terribly bored?” she asked.

“No…um…not at all,” I replied. “I had a bath and a nap.”

“Well we have a few hours before the party…tennis? Swimming?”

“Not tennis…I haven’t the energy,” I said.

“OK, I’ll see you at the pool,” she said cheerfully.

We spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing and swimming. I was lost in thought and Maria kept asking me where my mind

“Missy… wake up!”

“Who… what is it?”

“It’s me, Officer McDonald. Come on, sweetie, wake up!”

“What time is it?”

“Shhhh! It’s just after three in the morning. Come on, get up.”

“Why?”

“Keep your voice down. I don’t want to wake up the whole cell block. Get up and let’s go.”

“Let’s go? Let’s go where?”

“I’m taking you to the linen closet.

We both slept soundly after your taking of me, wrapped in each other’s arms… your head curled into my chest. I could barely move after erupting as I did for you, so you had just climbed up next to me, pleased by the effect you had on me.

The following morning, I woke to you looking up at me. I smiled wearily, and you stroked my side soothingly. We talked nothings for a bit. At some point, I looked down at you and your eyes locked with mine.

“What is it?” I murmured.

You

The alarm clock’s music filled the room at 4am and Liz reached over to shut it off. She was tired. As the years passed she grew more and more tired. She was 52 years old, a little heavier, a little softer, a little more mellow…and yes, a little more tired. She stood, tugging at the sheets and quilt as she made the bed. She would strip them this weekend and do the laundry. Same as every Saturday.

She glanced around the darkened room, admiring the mahogany chest and dresser with the

Lisa and I were in my bedroom trying to pick an outfit for me to wear at the firm’s annual dinner. Dressing up is not something I’m very good at.

‘And so what’s this?’

She was holding up the large black strap-on dildo that I’d forgotten was in the drawer I kept my scarves in when I asked her to get my green silk one out for me. My face promptly went bright red.

‘Exactly what it looks like.’ I answered, trying to sound blasé.

‘So exactly what

My name is Jill. This story is about how my best friend Laura and I first discovered the joy that two loving females could give to each other.

All through our years at University I had initially admired Laura for her poise and strength and I had a crush on her that I would barely admit to myself, unwilling to admit that I may have lesbian tendencies. One time in our final year it came to a head.

The scene was with Laura at my house one summer evening helping me to cram for our upcoming final

I step from the elevator onto the second floor of the city hotel. The corridor is empty, beige and clean cut like something lifted straight out of a seventies ideal home magazine. I adjust the black silk scarf as I walk along towards your room, trying to make it look casual. My brand new stilettos dig into the dense pile carpet and form a curious counterpoint to my low slung combat pants and white vest. I like the way the heels make me walk.

I get to your door and listen at the wood. I

I never had a problem attracting women, all women. Any shape, size, color, and nationality available. I’m attractive, I’ll be honest about it. But that isn’t what gets girls into my bed, although I’m sure it helps. My personality is what gets them. I know it’s cliche but it’s true. I’m confident sometimes to the point of arrogance. I know that about myself. I would by lying if I said I was the nicest person on earth. I’m a bitch, okay, I’m

Watching Kat’s towel wrapped body, Jenna again wondered if she would have the courage to admit her real feelings. The passionate kiss in the shower the feeling of Kat’s breasts pressed into hers had only increased her determination to admit her desire. Entering the kitchen, Jenna felt her heart nearly melt as Kat looked back at her and gave an encouraging smile. “Drinks first,” Kat said with a big smile, her high voice sounding so sweet Jenna’s knees nearly

I was in Montreal on business, though this day certainly wouldn’t be as arduous as others. A client of mine had invited me and 100 of his closest friends to celebrate the purchase of his fourth home. Known for his extravagant tastes (usually quite urban), this house was surprisingly located on Lake St. Louis in Beaconsfield—an upscale, but very private area.

I could tell this was going to be the usual business soiree when I pulled up to the house. In a street lined with the newest models