Lesbian

So the story is about my first lesbian encounter with a fellow colleague of mine.. The day was really hectic at office and it was about 9 in the evening while we were about to leave. It was raining heavily due to which we were unable to get any cabs. So I asked my husband to pick me up.. Just when I was about to step out of the premises I saw Naina struggling with booking taxi.. Naina is a divorced 33 years beautiful and hot colleague of mine with a cockteaser hourglass ⏳ figure.. The biggest turn-on people find in her are her 36D 👙 boobs.. She mostly wears pencil skirts with the back slit in office along with collared satin shirts with absolutely 3 upper buttons open.. I heard a rumour going on …

First Lesbian Encounter Read More »

Near Le Fier City, a small town of lesbians awoke with the rising sun. They yawned and stretched. In the hallways, they ambled to showers. Some exchanged a morning kiss. Others who couldn’t bear to be looked at, amble to the sinks to brush their teeth. Rare, but at least one pair of lesbians nestled together for morning sex: their erogenous zone brimming with light pleasure at they stroke each other, as lovers often do. The rest to breakfast. Among them, Lauren with her eyes on Kelly. Kelly noticed. Roughly 90% of any dialogue between lesbians were non-verbal. Their eyes and postures said it all. After 3 weeks, Kelly met her in the hallway of their domicile: her eyes seem to shine in the dark. She nodded gracefully to her lower region, and moved without …

Karen’s Place (Lesbian Short Story) Read More »

In an apartment complex, in Les Spirites City, a large nest of lesbians nestle together. The sun soared high. Still, they stayed in: warm, safe.. At the utmost floor, secure in a condo-like room, a lesbian of some mixed Hispanic, German, and Irish ancestry lies supinely on her bed. A light flickers, she stirs. (Her name: Kelly). At urgent sounds of beeping, she glides into the next floor. An artifice in the next room, both flickers a light and chirps at her. She looks at it, slight anticipation on her face. She kneels to the artifice: oval with a concave dip, shaped like the open mouth of some mythical creature. It flickers lights more urgently. Kelly twists her lips, slightly, then lowers herself to it. She settles the outer lips of her lower nether regions …

The Lesbian Spider Queen Read More »

Twilight falls in Fier City. A bar near closing left lights twinkling to those afar. A listless lesbian (‘Kera’) lingers. Finished with class, she frequents the gay bar, hoping.. just hoping for something.. Her gaze searching the room. It alights on a lithe feminine form, resting in a chair. Kera makes eye contact, then looked at feminine lips which smiles. How they come together, there were no thoughts or words to knit the occasion. It just happens. They glide together up to her room. The other woman – Fera – for this story – lies supinely on the bed, as Kera brings the wine to the bedroom. Fera slides off her pants revealing unusual underwear, knitted with cord-like strings at a seam that concealed the outer lips of her lower nether region. Looking intently at …

The Midnight Lesbian Thief Read More »

In Fier City, south of Les Spirites, a click of lesbians travels. Near the skirts of the city is a compound of lesbians. The fence is linked. As their car passes the fence, they exchange sighs (of comfort, relief). At night: as beautiful California was, no one lingers in the dark in the city. The governess ‘Karen’ greets them. She has brilliant red hair (but it changes every year). Lauren, Kara, Kelly, Erica, Grace, and Lizbeth greet her with a kiss. They then retreat into their condo: warm, safe, slightly buzzed with alcohol, the stillness of CA air calming them. Heat flows through the room vents. Kara and Lauren slowly undress in their room, passing kisses. Erica – a lithe Irish-German from the tip of northern Texas – sprawls in a chair: her lower nether …

The Chair Read More »

Within Les Spirites City is a house, la maison de rêves, owned by a lesbians who took her lesbian guests into a dreamworld, where only lesbians ventured. They file into Les Spirites through airports and stations, sit in taxis and limbos, in LA’s infamously long traffic. Finally, they reach la maison de rêves, at the end of Les Spirites city outskirts. This destination was escape from life: into rooms of rest, pleasures, masseurs, pedicures, and dream specialists who took them into dream using their own specially patented legal cocktail of herbs, cultivated from exotic locations across the world. The latest group of lesbians stood in the ante-chamber of the house. Together, they were a rainbow of colors: different race, skin tone, clothings. Some were 40, 30, 20, or a little younger. In one open room …

Escape Read More »