I guess the ultimate bi experience for me was a ski trip I took the winter before grad school. We had a great day of skiing. The fresh air, skiing, everyone in their tight outfits, including me just made for a really sensuous day. Lori and I got dressed to kill and we couldn't wait to meet some guys. We were in that conquering mode. Lori's boyfriend, Dan, was not going to arrive until Sunday. He was a doll. I had dated him briefly [read only made out with him a couple of times] before he hit it off with Lori. I was between boyfriends at the time. Ted was ever present I guess but he was into boys" weekends away and skiing with his buddies, so we were "on a break". I had dated on occasion but was really into just being with the girls this weekend. Lori had relented ... Read More»

"I reneged on my agreement to be part of Clay's birthday present," Ali said to me, over the phone. "Really?" I questioned, a bit surprised at her decision, "Why?" "Well, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed cheap and tawdry, and I started feeling cheap and tawdry, as well; and while I might be all of that, it just didn't appeal to me, the more I thought about it," Ali explained. "You're not cheap or tawdry," I said back to her, a little angry that she thought of herself so, "so stop saying that shit." "You know what I mean, baby," She answered me. "Still, stop saying that," I admonished her. "Okay," was all she said. "So, did Betty go ballistic on you?" I asked her, my peevishness diminishing. "Well, she was very disappointed, but ... Read More»

"Mmm. Just what I always wanted." That’s what you said to me. You breathed it into my ear the first time I let you have me. "About time." That’s what I said. Maybe. That’s what I wanted to say but I’m not sure if the sounds ever came out. It was an emotional moment, I was very distracted. You came to my hotel room at night, in secret, like a burglar. A house-breaker. Home-wrecker, heart-breaker, all of the above. My hotel room reminded you of old times. Lots of them, little arrogant notches carved into bedposts from Angel to Marble Arch. You came in through the window and we had beer and conversation and sex. After months and months of denying ourselves that pleasure...but I always knew. I knew what you really wanted, in spite of your protestations to the ... Read More»

Mary Pekin sat in the back row of the high school class room almost unable to look any of the other women in the face. This was so embarrassing! She had lost complete control over her sex drive because of her over developed clitoris! She had been to six doctors and each and every one of them gave her the same diagnosis: Hyper Clitoral Dysfunction. Good grief, she had never even heard of it until her own organ ballooned up until it actually looked like a little penis! There were at least twelve other women present, and Mary wondered if they were stuck in the same leaky boat as she was. Her last doctor had recommended she attend this special class to help her cope with her problem. This was the first of seven scheduled meetings and Mary was nervous to say the ... Read More»

Leeann sat at the bar, forehead in her palm, staring at her almost empty glass of wine. Despair ran through her body like her own blood. She brushed back her red hair and closed her eyes tightly to keep from crying. The job was no high flyer, but she didn’t want to go back to waiting tables. She clenched her teeth. Damn it, damn it, damn it. She heard someone sit down and felt a presence beside her. She knew better. She didn’t want to go home with any old dick just for some quickie to take her mind off her troubles. No, Leeann knew that it could only lead to more problems. “You want a refill on that, sister?” Leeann hesitated for a moment. It was a woman’s voice asking her, not some stud trying to get her on the rebound. Oh she could use that drink and a ... Read More»

Parking, or How to Spend a Friday Night in a Small Town One of life's more frustrating paradoxes deal with the issue of personal space. The more you need it, the less likely you are to have it. Take me for example. Here I am home for the summer from college staying with my parents, living in the same room as when I was in High School. Not exactly the environment to have an intimate tryst, especially when you have enhanced sexual preferences. Okay, I mean when you are gay and your parents would rather not know and certainly would not support your choice of lifestyles. Well, that's not exactly true, either. My mom understands and is comfortable with it; my father does not. Anyway, staying at home means no guests at the house. What happens when your partner ... Read More»

Chapter 3: Ella As a teenage nurse, nearly 40 years ago, both of my first two sexual experiences were linked to the hospital where I worked. The first was with a male patient, old enough to be my granddad, who relieved me of my virginity. The second was when I was seduced -- quite willingly -- by a ward sister who had been my supervisor. Sylvia was the first great love of my life. Within a week of spending my first night in her bed I had moved in with her. I told my mum that it was a flat-share so I could be nearer to my work. My older sister saw right through me though, and called me a "cunt-sucking little dyke slag". Nice. Sylvia and I lived together for eight years, until she had to return to her native Belfast to look after her dying mother. ... Read More»

My name is Terri and I work as a furniture salesperson. Our clients aren't the run of the mill however. The business I work for caters to interior designers and decorators. I enjoy my work except for one particular client. Her name is Sandy. My problem is that Sandy is trying to come on to me each time she is in the store. She is subtle about it though. She normally tries to ask me out for a drink or for dinner. Just the girls night out, she says. I have a boyfriend and I am not really interested in having a woman for a lover. I have declined everytime Sandy has asked me. Today however, Sandy caught me at a weak moment, and I finally relented. I figured maybe she would stop her asking all the time if I went out this one time with her. I met Sandy at her ... Read More»

Jenna watched Suzie run off at the sound of Vince coming through the door. She heard muffled voices, but only had one thing on her mind, pussy. Suzie's pussy. Jenna had never been with a woman before Suzie, before today, and her senses were still tingling. She'd had Suzie's pussy in her mouth, the engorged clit between her teeth. She'd felt Suzie's juices running down her cheeks as she lapped at her swollen pussy lips. She held the girl's smooth thighs, spreading her legs by holding her ankles – those incredible legs and strong calves. Oh God, the perfumed smell of her pussy. The way her big tits felt in Jenna's small hands. Jenna's pussy quivered just thinking about it. The truth was, and this wasn't just the whisky talking, she could have made love to Suzie ... Read More»

"What a crummy way to spend a nice spring day," Linda thought to herself while staring out the window from her sixth period math class. Her mind was quickly snapped back to attention, however, when the sharp voice of Sister Mary Marie cracked, "Are you ready to join us now Miss Burton!?!" "Uhh, no, I mean yes," Linda stammered, "I was just thinking, that's all.........." "Well think about this," the nun replied harshly, "if you don't get with the program you're going to be taking Algebra II all over again, do I make myself clear???" "Yes ma'am," Linda answered quickly! She was getting ready for yet another verbal assault from the old biddy when thankfully the bell sounded ending the period. ... Read More»