Box Wine

Box Wine

I hate Christmas parties. I don’t hate my Christmas parties because I am free to be nice, to be polite, or to be firm depending on other people’s behavior. I am in the comfortable bubble…

Our Dirty Kissable Lips Cindy

Our Dirty Kissable Lips Cindy

Our Dirty Kissable Lips Cindy: Thanks to my friend Marina Kelly who helps me with the story and then spends hours fixing my poor spelling and grammar. Thanks Marina The band didn’t just bring me…

Forced Lesbian Stepsister

Forced Lesbian Stepsister

WARNING! The first half of this story has very objectional language towards homosexuals. This is to build the main character. Her language and opinion WILL offend you. I felt it was necessary to create her…

Blue Haired Daydream

Blue Haired Daydream

She is as beautiful as I remembered, though it has been a month since my first appointment. As it was the first time I saw her, her hair was the first thing to catch my…

Regina: The Call, The Couch

Regina: The Call, The Couch

The phone made its annoying plea for attention again. It made that troublesome sound that used to be so warming. It was now the death knell of temporary peace and happiness. Regina rolled over and…

Soldier and the Florist

Soldier and the Florist

With a glance to the clock hanging on the wall, Kat let out a heavy sigh. Only mid afternoon, and as usual the shop was dead. It was easy to enjoy the scents, the colours…

Julie’s further Adventures

Julie’s further Adventures

Julie Stories…. A long week on the road was finally coming to an end for Julie. Making her way back up the A1 the rain lashes down then turning off on the on to the…

Come for the Strawberries

Come for the Strawberries

Come for the strawberries, ass for takeaway. It is a rewarding life being an owned bisexual. I may have a loving husband at home, but that matters not even a little bit when My Lady…

Twisted Tail

Twisted Tail

Cara spat out what seemed to be an endless supply of dirt from her mouth. Clouds of dust stung at her eyes, making it impossible to see. Her head rang like a bell, and her…

Picture This

Picture This

“Hmm, blue,” Jen said. Tiff hands her a spray can. Jen sprays it but red paint comes out. “You jerk,” she laughs, throwing the cap at Tiff. “Monkey’s paw rules, bitch.” Tiff responds, pointing at…

On The Road

On The Road

Gail had her target in sight. All she has to do is release the arrow. It’s at the perfect angle, the drawback is flawless, and the deer is none the wiser. Drinking away at the…

After School Special

After School Special

“MS. JONES!!!” Ms. Harris shouted, causing me to snap my head up from my desk. “What?” I reply, irritated. “No sleeping in my classroom!” she exclaimed, “This isn’t an air bnb. Keep your eyes open.”…

Upstanding Young Women

Upstanding Young Women

When Marjorie saw the roommate list for the state competition, her stomach dropped. They’d be out of town for a night, and she’d be stuck with Diane. Diane, whom she hadn’t spoken to since the…

Her Shoes

Her Shoes

There is a cafe downtown Vancouver called Cafe Deux Soleils. It is a lesbian cafe. I learned of it through my daughters, one of whom is gay and the other of whom is undecided but…

Helping Hand

Helping Hand

“Someone, please,” a frail girl pleads, sitting in her box on the curb with a cup in hand. Everyone is passing her, not even giving her a split second of their vision. Those who do…

The Beautician

The Beautician

As she entered the Arcade, Diana Sedleigh was aware that she drew the glances of several male passers-by. The eighteen year old redhead was wearing clothes that were tight-fitting and revealing, a raw silk red…

Out for a Treat

Out for a Treat

To some I would suspect our romance is not exciting. We are both fifty. I am a married teacher, the lighter red of the two of us, with long red hair, a muscular frame saved…

Accidents and Consequences

Accidents and Consequences

I have two lives. One is perfectly normal. I am a fifty-year-old teacher, with a loving husband and three daughters in University. I was the model trophy wife, natural redhead, the first Cosplay I could…

Securing My ‘A’

Securing My ‘A’

“That’s all today class, enjoy the rest of your day,” she announced, glancing over everyone before a pause. “Fiona,” she said, peeking at me. “Would you mind staying for a couple of minutes?” I clenched…

Conversion Therapy

Conversion Therapy

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** As an educator, and as a mother I have a special hatred for Conversion Therapy. Put simply conversion therapy is the Spanish Inquisition…

Come for the Strawberries

Come for the Strawberries

Come for the strawberries, ass for takeaway. It is a rewarding life being an owned bisexual. I may have a loving husband at home, but that matters not even a little bit when My Lady…

Miss Townsend Loves Somali Gals

Miss Townsend Loves Somali Gals

“Eat this pussy if you want to pass my class,” Adina Townsend said to her student, Biloxi Community College newcomer and proud Somali-American Muslim student Laila Abdi. The young black Muslim woman, a newcomer to…

Bad-Bad-Naughty-Bad Santa

Bad-Bad-Naughty-Bad Santa

She was fully dressed in the time it took me to wrestle a red thong up my thighs. My knees weren’t happy—they’d spent too much time being ground into the industrial carpet which, after a…