Hi. My name is Britney Burris, and I’m from the tiny suburban community of Apple Valley, Washington. My best friend growing up was Jessi Nolan, and during our teenage years we both had huge girl-crushes on her Aunt Fiona, whom we both thought to be the coolest woman on the planet. Perhaps I should tell you a bit more about Jessi & myself before continuing. While we’re the same age, we had our differences. I’m tall, blonde, and slender, while she’s a bit shorter than me, but also very athletic and has black hair. I guess you could say that I was more the “cheerleader” type while Jessi was a…

**Author’s note — National Nude Day Contest Entry. If you’re not interested in nudity and lesbian sex, you should probably read something else. As always, I wrote this story for my amusement. I can only hope it works as well for others. * My alarm. I slapped the thing, sent it flying. Later, I’d be amazed the thing still worked. I hate alarm clocks. I sat up on the side of my bed and adjusted my nightie. One of my nipples was peeking out. Five years ago, I’d have played with it, teased it for its indiscretion. Hell, five years ago, I probably wouldn’t have worn the nightie. And I…

Terri and Amanda had planned this spring break vacation since they first became room mates their freshman year of college. As seniors, now they were almost on their way to the beginning of the remainder of their lives. Even though it was early March, the warm ocean, Jamaican breeze, gently warmed their bare flesh as they lay sun bathing alongside the secluded beach. The crystal clear sea, reflected blues and greens from the under water world. Terri closed her eyes, dreamily, thinking of her boy friend, Paul. Wondering what he was doing in Daytona, with Amanda’s boy friend, Rick. “Probably drinking and ogling girls in thongs and bikini’s” she murmured…

Ann knew she wouldn’t catch-up leaning forward, and crouching low over the mares’ neck, she whispered into its ear, begging for more speed. “Come on Girl!” she urged, breathing in time to the horses thundering hooves. It was four years since she and Bev had raced like this. Their childish competing, which had often been the cause for them fighting that ended in tears had died down at the age of 19. Now they rode more to exercise their horse’s than to prove who was the better rider. At least this was usually the case. Ann wasn’t sure why they were doing it now. She knew only that there was…

My story “A Visit to the Headmistress”, which appeared recently as a self-contained one-parter in the BDSM category, inspired this sequel for the Lesbian category, following a fan’s request. I had read of Lee’s visit to the headmistress on the Literotica site in “A Visit to the Headmistress” and it had aroused me. I have such a huge fantasy about being dominated by a lovely headmistress and her head girl, but had always been wary of approaching anyone. I’m an attractive, 28-year-old lady who works as a private secretary to an important mogul in the City. He’s very handsome, but I think he prefers boys. Which is just as well,…

Linda and I usually slept with the window open. In the morning I could hear the birds chirping to each other long before the first rays of sun hit the eastern plains. It was a time of peace and tranquility in my life, and I was never happier than I was with Linda by my side. More often than not, the birds put me back to sleep with their gentle singing. We normally awoke long after the sun played its magic on the bedroom blinds. After almost two years of the best sex of our lives, Linda and I were lounging in bed one Saturday morning, the sunshine bright on…

This story, while fictional, is based on real life events in the lives of thousands born male with female identity. They are by nature psychologically and emotionally female but anatomically male. It is a matter of gender identity with these individuals. They are not transvestites but transsexual or transgender. In order to correct nature’s mistake, as it might be called but not as yet fully understood, many of these individuals choose to have transsexual reassignment surgery, also know as SRS. SRS surgically changes their bodies that lets them identify their female perception of themselves. This transgender reassignment takes years to accomplish, beginning with extensive psychological therapy and then followed by…

Preamble. Hi, and thank you for choosing my story. I hope you will enjoy it. If you do, please be kind enough to give a score at the end. This helps me to gauge the popularity of my work. – If I may – I usually like to suggest, one star each for: Composition & Use of Vocabulary, Readability, Plot, Drama or Humour, and of course Sexual Content (because — isn’t that why we are all here?), but please feel free to use your own criteria if you prefer. ****************** Tags:18 Year Old, Lesbian First Time, Lesbian Romance, Lesbian Sex. ****************** Words: 14,530 ****************** This is the story of two…

“Of course I have cokes. They’re in the fridge.” Jan continued to unfasten her dress while Linda went to the kitchen. She went to her bedroom for her nightgown and to look for something that would do for Linda. She came back into her living room dressed in a light blue silky nightgown and carrying a pink one for Linda. “I only have one bed but it’s a regular size and we used to always sleep in the same bed when we had sleepovers at home.” Linda had a funny look on her face when she said, “So we’re having a sleepover, huh? I’m sure one bed will be fine.…

As a bona-fide Black lesbian dominatrix, I find there is absolutely nothing I love more than destroying a White bitch’s asshole with my strap-on dildo. it is Seriously. I think I just might be addicted to it. I guess that’s why I do it so often. My name is Katrina Saint-Joseph and I’m a six-foot-three, sexy and very voluptuous, big-bottomed ( and proud of it) young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I’m a Criminal Justice student at Bridgewater State College. One of these days, I’m going to be a criminal defense attorney. And for those of you who are wondering, I’m not freaky. I’m nasty. This…