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THE FACILITATOR (A LESBIAN TALE)- PART 1“Hello ? Jasmine ? Did you get my envelope ?”, asked the woman on the phone“Yes I did, sweetie. I have all I need to proceed. “, answered Jasmine“Do you need a cheque right away ?”, asked the lady in a hurried voice“No…only when the meeting has taken place. If the whole thing falls apart, it’s my loss”, reassured Jasmine.Jasmine knew the woman’s first name and it was all based on trust. At 35, she knew the lesbian world: the traditions, where they hung...
THE FACILITATOR (A LESBIAN TALE)- PART 2ALL THAT JAZZAfter a nigh of sex in a hotel room, Jasmine was just about to go to bed when the phone rang. Helen was at the other end and wanted to talk to her about an assignment. Jasmine knew Helen since she had used her services before. A VP of a large real estate company, Helen was in a high income-bracket, a high stress situation and contacts with some pretty powerful and secretive lesbians. She talked to Jasmine about Tina, a well-known jazz signer...
MAGGIE (A Lesbian Tale)This tale takes place in the 1950s in the Midwest)In the middle of Wisconsin, most of the farms are run by families. Maggie used to live on a dairy farm with her husband. When he died in a trucking accident, she sold the farm and went to live in the city. Maggie was still young, in her early 50s, and worked in a dress shop as a saleswoman and she also did the accounting. When she was on the farm, a woman used to visit a few times a year selling sewing material, kitchen...
THE ALLEYCATS (A Lesbian Tale)Note: This story takes place in a European city which exists only in my mind. It has the atmosphere of Amsterdam’s Red-Light district, also of London’s Soho and St.Denis street in Paris. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Actually, it wasn’t really an alley but rather a narrow pedestrian street. There were many of these in that district which occupied a part of downtown which was full of...
Rebecca and Marilyn (A Lesbian Tale)From the 27th floor window of her office, Rebecca looked out over the city. She could even see the airport and the bridge. She was having a slack day. Her rushes were seasonal. Fashion was like that, at least her part of fashion. It was nearly lunch time and she was hungry. As Regional Director, she was top dog in the branch. She could come and go as she pleased. She was mid-forties, an attractive brunette and single, which in that industry meant lesbian. She...
LORNA AND GRACE (A Lesbian Tale) – PART 3“I’ll leave you alone to rest, as I’m sure you had a long evening”, said Janice smiling“Thank you”, answered Lorna“But I’ll make sure we talk later this week, when your friend is here”, added JaniceLorna’s head was buzzing and she would have agreed to anything. She was exhausted. Two hard orgasms in a few hours, not mentioning the heavy sex, Grace’s cold shoulder, and questions to be asked and answered. Lorna hoped she would sleep and be able to talk...
SEARCHING FOR MY AUNT (A Lesbian Tale)Her name was Anita and she had worked at the Veteran’s Hospital in Pittsburgh. I was 15 years old when she died of brain cancer at 40. I never met her. I remember going to the funeral with my mother who was a year older than Anita. Anita was my aunt. She never married and in those days you were called an « old maid » or a « spinster ». Mother never mentioned her. I don’t know why but I wanted to find out about Anita. When I finished university, I was 22 and...
ANNA AND ERICA (a Lesbian tale)Moscow was bitterly cold and windy. Erica could have chosen a nicer evening but no, she had no choice. Her cover was less and less credible to the authorities and she had to leave by the night train. She was hoping to see Anna one last time before she left. Erica hadn’t seen the Russian since that time in the club. The Embassy had ordered her back to the US. Maybe she would get a chance to come back and convince Anna to join her. This is a summary of the short but...
LORNA and GRACE (A Lesbian Tale) – PART 4Grace followed Helen into the Hotel Belleville and they both walked by the man at the reception desk without a problem. Helen also owned the Hotel Belleville. They walked up the wide but worn stairs to room 24. “Remember. Don’t make a fuss about who she is”, reminded HelenHelen knocked and pushed the door when she heard the “Come in” from inside. That hotel used to be fairly posh when there were many trains that crisscrossed at Belleville, but other...
THE SENATOR (A Lesbian Tale) – PART 4Helen and Betty took a break from each other on the Sunday and promised to meet again when Helen came back from her trip. The Senator was part of a new Committee on housing which met this time in Atlanta. For some reason, Helen was always hornier (if that was possible) when she was away from home. It was probably the fact that she could go unnoticed more easily when she was not in her own city and that she felt more freedom. The committee met during two...
JUSTICE: THE TALE OF PANDORA TRASK (C) 2020, 2021 by Anthony Durrant "Dorrie! Dorrie! Can you hear me, Dorrie?" a man's voice whispered in Pandora Trask's ear. "Yuh...youh...yeas!" she cried, and the voice whispered again into her ear, "The surgery's pover and your brain is now in the skull of the frozen body we found in the wilds of Northern Europe. You're now in a private room, and will ramain hre for some time while your body and brain knit together." "But what about...
THE HOSPITAL FLING – A lesbian tale.When Wendy opened the curtains she could see Ms Harrington’s hand quickly move from under the covers to the side of the hospital bed. “Well well..what were we doing this morning ?”, asked Wendy with a wicked smile.“WE were occupying ourselves”, answered Ms Harrington making a kissing motion towards the cute black nurse. They both laughed.“It’s time for your walk down the hall”, announced Wendy in a more professional voice.“Oh well…that’s good…Any new bodies I...
Leslie's Week in Paris by B. Willow My name is Leslie Phips. I'm a 30-year-old male working for an investment company. Work has been absolutely hell lately. Stocks have been on a roller coaster and my clients have been demanding, nervous, and edgy. I've come to hate coming to work and need a break. I have eight days of vacation coming and I need a change of pace and place. It's March, and I decided to go to Paris. My vacation starts the first week in May. A week ago, I asked...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
THE SENATOR (A LESBIAN TALE )- PART 3)Helen knew the way, even though she hadn’t been to her old haunt in a few years. It was in the deep black district where, if you were white, you had to be accompanied by a black man or woman. It was Friday night and quite busy but the street Betty parked on was empty or nearly so. From an old red brick building stood an awning covering a set of stairs leading to a cellar. The awning looked like the leg of a large insect. Against the brick building and over...
The rich heiress followed in the path made by her bulky muscle bond protector to the bar, swaying her hips trying to catch the eyes of several younger men watching her every move. She wore a simple Playboy shirt and jeans, the top of her breasts looking extremely inviting. Once she reached the bar she ordered a screaming orgasm, how ironic thought Jason. “A complementary drink for your friend Miss Hilton” asked Jason handing the drinks out. She peered at Jason obviously finding him...
I am 67 years old. My loving wife of oh, so many years, died last year. She loved me so much. And I her. She even tolerated a few quirks of mine. Believe it or not, I am have been a closet cross dresser throughout our whole marriage. I think she guessed, but never said a word. I was too chicken to come out in the open with her. But she knew. After many years we found out that our best sex was when we both played around with a lipstick. Not sure how it started but at first she...
Hie all, This is Sravya penning down my experience for the first time is ISS. Lemme give you a brief introduction about me. I’m what many people like to call a bitch, and beware I’m not a slut(if you know the diff). I’m actually from Hyderabad but studying in Vizag and let’s keep the rest of my personals in private. This is a pure fiction and none of this ever happened. So, tagging again. I AM THE SLUT,aiming to raise your dicks(well, at least one) with the story. This is about a 22 yo girl(...
LesbianThe early June weather in New York City was a perfect send off to my much-anticipated rendezvous with my husband, Jacque, who was on an extended business trip in Paris. We had spent many days apart over the last few months while he traveled to both London and Paris, and I had to stay home for work and family obligations. But the longing to be in Paris and to rejoin him was finally over and my flight from La Guardia to Charles de Gaulle was tonight. I spent the previous day in Manhattan...
ExhibitionismTHE PANTY CLUB (A LESBIAN TALE)“There is a parcel for you, madame”, announced the maid, “Should I open it for you ?”, asked the maid innocently as her mistress was in her bath.“Oh no, please never open parcels addressed to me personally”, briskly answered Moïra. Reena, the maid, put the parcel on the living room table and continued to dust the furniture, keeping an eye open to catch sight of her mistress naked, when she came out of the bath. Moïra loved to be watched. As her mistress moved...
This is the sequel to the day I met Paris. Here's the link to the Day I met Paris if you want to read ithttp://xhamster.com/user/dbaker2k10/posts/386409.htmlI'm enjoying my freshman year at the University of Michigan, banging other girls and doing well in the classroom. I made the dean's list with a 3.85 GPA. Paris was always on my mind, when I graduated in December of my senior year of high school. I knew that I was going to miss her tall, and very busty frame, and I missed fucking her too.One...
It all begin my senior year of high school. I was getting ready to graduate early, so I can head to the University of Michigan, a semester early. One day in English, the English teacher assigned us our seats. So, he made me sit in the back, since I was 6'7. So, during the first 15 minutes of class, a very,very pretty, busy mulatto girl walked in. The instructor sent her to the back to sit next to me since she was 6 feet tall. She sat next to me, and said:"Hi, my name is Paris, what's yours?" I...
Paris in Prison Life was just so stressful lately. Really mean people were so jealous of Paris that they had? forced her to live in a tiny room and even dress in orange just because she had ignored a few silly laws. The darling diva had actually cried during the first days of her incarceration. She felt so misunderstood.? She worked very hard at being a privileged pampered princess. Everyone liked to look at her and she did her best to give them a good show. The Sheriff had understood...
THE BOAT (A Lesbian tale)This story takes place a few years following World War II on one of the regular shipping routes between Penang and Singapore in Malaysia. All characters are fictitious.Once every month Evelyn went shopping in Singapore and took one of her female servants with her. The trip lasted a few days depending on the weather and usually two nights were spent on the large wooden motorboat which also carried a lot of supplies and from 50 to 100 passengers. Evelyn was British and...
JENNY’S SECRET (a Lesbian tale)Jenny hated this part of town. She read the address on the small slip of paper the girl had given her in the factory’s cafeteria. It read “35 Simmons, apt. 2”. Jenny opened the outside door and faced the mailboxes and the buttons. There were only two buttons, one was so worn that the number was illegible; the other showed “2”. Jenny rang. “Here”, shouted an Asian woman in her 50s, from a half-opened door a few feet away.“You’re Jenny ?”, she asked“Yes”, answered a...
I kissed her face from above, kissing it all over as her body squirmed in front of me. My hands wandered down her face and neck until they reached her nipples, still kissing her my fingers teased her breasts. Her hips started to buck ever so slightly. Moving around the table I pulled a chair up to the left of her and started to suck her nipples. Kneeling on the chair I leant over her and softly bit and sucked as my hand massaged her ample breasts. It was our first Valentine’s Day together....
LoveA SPECIAL FIELD HOCKEY GAME (A LESBIAN TALE)The tension was high as the two top Lesbian field hockey teams met in a closed arena which used to be a basketball court. This meant that there were boards to keep the ball into the arena but also that spectators had a closer view of the action on the floor.The rules were the same as field hockey, but the women played with a tennis ball. The players had ice hockey gloves, a sweatshirt with the team logo, and sneakers. They were naked from the waist...
It’s something about sucking a massive dick at work in the employee bathroom knowing your about to get caught that turns me on. I hear the voices in the kitchen. Management going up and down the stairs, servers trying to get into the bathroom and it’s time for us to get on the floor. But yet I am in the bathroom, on my knees taking a co-workers dick in my mouth. He’s semi-hard and it touches my throat. I’m excited about when it gets harder. I hear him let out a soft moan of pleasure so I know...
Oral Sex"This is so cool," I said with a giggle. "First class and everything!" "Hey!" Robert grinned at me. "I told you, my parents are taking care of us, baby." "Let's see..." A smiling flight attendant looked at my boarding pass. "You're in 3A, that's on the left. We'll be serving a champagne breakfast in the lounge shortly after take-off." "Great!" I couldn't stop smiling as I looked around the cabin. This was the day after the best day of my life. "We're on our...
If you read my earlier story of Shelley and me, you would know we never stayed together, but went our separate ways. This story is about an encounter that was planned to celebrate Shelley and my first evening in Paris. It is dedicated to Shelley in her memory. Over the years, Shelley and I kept in touch through phone calls from work or as technology improved e-mails. Our devotion to each other never waned. We still loved each other but from a distance. Fate intervened ten years after our loving...
If you read my earlier story of Shelley and me, you would know we never stayed together, but went our separate ways. This story is about an encounter that was planned to celebrate Shelley and my first evening in Paris. It is dedicated to Shelley in her memory. Over the years, Shelley and I kept in touch through phone calls from work or as technology improved e-mails. Our devotion to each other never waned. We still loved each other but from a distance. Fate intervened ten years after our loving...
AnalAdolf Hitler – August 1944 “Defend Paris to the last, destroy all bridges over the Seine and devastate the city.” A black and white film titled “Is Paris Burning” is a quasi-documentary produced as a French/American project about the liberation of Paris in August 1944 by the French Resistance and the assistance of Free French Forces during World War II. If you are an Amazon Prime member, you can watch this film for free. There are multiple street scenes of Paris spliced into the film...
Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to be compressed in time? I have an expression I use, “I spent a week there one night.” I had one of those weeks happen to me about 30 years ago. It is something I will never forget. I look upon it today and feel it was one of the best times in my life. It was also a test for me and my wife with our open relationship. The time it happened we had been married about 12 years. When I met this young lady, she caused a spark that almost...
THE OFFICE – MARLENE AND HELEN (a lesbian tale)It seemed to Marlene that she had worked there for decades, but it had been only 3 months since she had accepted a transfer from her hometown of Boston to head the marketing section of Wesley’s, the beauty salon chain, in New York City. The tall blonde in her early 50s had been successful in her career but her love life had been disastrous from the start. A long-drawn affair with a married woman had finally ended by itself when she moved to New...
-Charles Dickens, "A Tale of Two Cities" *** Gévaudan, France, 1769: In the village, a man was dying. Antoine Chastel drew water from the well and went inside. His father lay in the inn's largest room, a single candle lit, Bible open on his lap. He slept feverishly. Antoine wiped his brow with a wet cloth and Jean Chastel's eyes opened. He spoke between labored breaths. "I thought…you had left." Antoine shook his head. "Not until you're well." "I will not be well...
If I live, I will fight, wherever I must, as long as I must, until the enemy is defeated and the national stain washed clean. – General Charles de Gaulle * * * As Nicole stood looking out the full-length window of her Paris loft, she reflected on the changes the city had gone through over the past few years. It was the Spring of 1943, and life for Nicole had changed since the Germans stormed into and occupied Paris, the city she loved since first discovering it as a child. Gazing out the...
Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to be compressed in time? I have an expression I use; “I spent a week there one night.” I had one of those weeks happen to me about 30 years ago. It is something I will never forget. I look upon it today and feel it was one of the best times in my life. It was also a test for me and my wife with our open relationship. The time it happened we had been married about 12 years. When I met this young lady, she caused a spark that almost...
TabooHarry hated flying. He always travelled across continental Europe by train just to avoid flying. He looked around the waiting lounge in Rome's central rail station. It was busier than he expected. He'd never known a sleeper service this busy. The conductor called for holders of first-class ticket with priority boarding on the overnight service to Paris. Harry stood and walked over to him, dragging his luggage trolley in his wake, and handed over his ticket. "Busy service tonight," he said...
The harvest moon shines down on me as I duck through a hole in a fence that was once at least partially mine. I look around to make sure no one is out here to see me. Except for the occasional sounds of the farm animals and the insects, the night is silent so I move on. I cross into the cornfield and notice that the corn is already thick and very high. I try very hard not to make any noise as I stealthily move through the stalks of ripenening corn. In the center of the field there's a small...
COUPLES (A Gay and Lesbian Tale)« I hope I won’t wake you, I may come in late”, said Margo as she walked into the living room.“No problem. Come in when you want to. Just remember to lock the door”, answered Tom without looking up from his newspaper. They both had separate rooms anyway.“It’s girls’ night out and …”, started Margo, then stopped as she saw that her husband had no interest in what she was doing or where she was going. “Harry might come over later to look at the lawn mower I’m...
Felt like a big Paris day and wanted to have a MASTURBATION-THON so I wrote down everything.Started at 8AM and came to a pic of her in my sisters Star magazine at 8:259:43 started again to her on a DVR TMZ episode. Big load11:33 Saw new pics I found and loaded in Paris pic section. Dropped TWO loads back to back on Paris.I guess masturbating so much I continue to be horny. 12:40 watching One Night in Paris Vid. Come to Paris at 12:56.2:03 blow my load to Paris on a printed pic of her in white...
Paris. "We'll always have Paris." Oh please! Have you no concept of why the English and Americans, who have hardly ever been to Paris or at best spent no more than a day in it, come up with bullshit like that? Or of why the most famous French quotation about Paris, in a country not known for its early risers, is "Paris appartient ? ceux qui se l?vent t?t."? There was an English joke that hinted at the truth: "How many Frenchmen does it take to defend Paris?" The answer was "I don't kn...
One-Handed Tales #2: Unintentional Lesbian By Sarcastic Slut I'd never intended to end up lying here in hospital, waiting for the nurse to come and give me my sedative before going in for my sex change operation. It wasn't exactly a mistake that landed me here, but it was kind of all my own fault. I met Jennifer at a party. A fancy dress party which my cousin, Anne, had convinced me to go to dressed as a woman. I'd never worn women's clothes before (unless you count the time I...
THE SET-UP (A Lesbian Tale)Amanda was not paying much attention to the old man in front of the class who was telling them about the Hapsburgs. She couldn’t have cared less. She had brought her umbrella since there was a slight drizzle on this Friday afternoon. The State University was situated right downtown and Amanda’s apartment was a few blocks away. As soon as class was over at 5PM, she hurried to Betsy’s. She didn’t have time to shower but often it was better that way. Betsy’s was a...
author’s note: this story gets rather extreme… I’m not sure why, I think that maybe I just really don’t like Paris Hilton and it started coming out in the story or something… but if you’re looking for a nice, sweet story involving her having romantic sex… uh… I’d wait for someone else to write it. it’s not here. * * * * * ‘Oh my god,’ exclaimed Ted, his bright blue eyes riveted to some amazing scene across the room. ‘What?’ asked his good friend Greg, craning his head and brushing the locks...
Paris Match The SoundtrackTrack 1 Paris Match (Style Council)My flight touched down shortly after seven in the evening. I grappled with my small suitcase and the emotions of both fear and excitement. I was anxious to clear the chaos of airport customs and head for the business district of Paris. It had been over twenty years since my last visit to the French capital and I had forgotten how rude people really were. Without much help from the natives I managed to find the correct train and...
Ce jour-l?, Maxime Lamothe eu 17 ans pour la premi?re fois de sa vie. Bien s?r, il avait eu 16 ans, aussi, et 15 ans avant ?a. Mais ces ann?es-l? ?taient encore porteuses d'espoir. Il avait attendu, attendu, mais il s'?tait jur? que si ??a? ne changeait pas, il irait voir quelqu'un. Au cas o?. C'?tait maintenant. - Ecoutez, jeune homme...je ne vois rien d'anormal. Votre taille ne devrait...plus tellement changer. Vos parents ?taient d?j? petits eux aussi, apr?s tout. Mais c'est vrai, g?n?ralement...enfin....-...
SHORT PIECES (LESBIAN TALES). Volume 4THE COUSINSandra was glad to have been chosen for the waitress job at that small sophisticated restaurant called BIO. It meant extra money maybe for a short trip back home since she had just arrived in this city to attend college. Sandra was 19, a redhead with freckles and frizzy hair, glasses, a good pair of tits and a small round ass which barely showed any sign of fat.During the interview, the owner, an elegant lady in her 40s, had bluntly asked Sandra...
SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales)- vol. 9 - catfightsNote: the last pieces (vol.8) contained stories with watersports as the connecting theme. These pieces will contain stories which involve at different degrees …catfighting which is common amongst lesbians. Many men also like to watch. If that is not your thing, I suggest you skip this volume and stay tune for vol. 10 which should be regular lesbian...
I woke from a blissful nap, naked and splayed out on top of the bed. My inner labia still swollen and lubricated from my afternoon activities. I slowly sat up and was startled to find a brass Bellman’s cart placed near the foot of the bed holding a single garment bag. A now familiar calligraphy-labeled note card sat on top of the comforter and a new bottle of opened champagne on the bedside table. I wondered if it was Michel who again let himself into the suite to deliver these newest...
Exhibitionism“Veronika, I love you.”I sat bolt upright, looking at my beloved Mistress. It truly felt as if an electric shock had passed through my body, and my eyes teared up. Finally, I looked down, bit my lip, then moved down the bed towards her feet and held my forehead to her right foot in a strong gesture of submission.She pulled me up to her and stroked my head. “Sit up, my lovely slave. Sit up and let me hug you, beloved, for you are that, too: slave and loved one, both.”I slowly moved up next to...
TrueSalt and Pepper, Sugar and Spice Chapter 8 Two Girls in Paris On Monday, Jason walked into the apartment, and said to Ronnie, "Well, how long do you want to spend in France?" "Why?" "Well, I have all summer. They didn't understand, and figured that the job wasn't that important to me." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. With their attitude, I figure I wouldn't have been happy there any way." Ronnie wrapped her arms...
It was a nice bar, he thought as he sat down at a vacant table and took a sip of his drink. The concoction of rum and butter mixed with cocoa and cinnamon and vanilla was amazingly sweet and syrupy, more like desert than a drink. It seemed to him that it might fit right in if it was served in a large beaker along with a stack of pancakes. Yes, a very nice bar, he thought again as he surveyed the room, his eyes lingering on the shapely girls gyrating together on the dance floor...
THE BARN (A Lesbian Tale)Madeleine hadn’t seen Roberta in years, many years. She parked her car in the driveway of her mother’s house. It would take awhile for her to call it HER house. Her mother had died and left her the house, since there were no other c***dren. She was happy to see that the barn was still standing a hundred feet behind the large brick house surrounded by a veranda. Roberta was sitting on the stairs to the front door. At least Madeleine assumed it was Roberta. The real...
A year ago I had to go to Paris for a few days. I took advantage of this to visit my friend, from my youth, whom I had not seen since the 90s of the last century, and who was my younger colleague at the Warsaw gang boss called Twardy. Joasia did not work at Twardy's companies, but she was one of his whores who, like me, at the beginning earned on the comfortable life of our boss by selling their bodies to foreigners in Warsaw hotels.At the time I am writing I was 21 years old but Asia was only...
SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales) - Volume 8 (special theme)NOTE: These lesbian stories are a bit different from the previous ones. Each contains the use of watersports as part of lesbian sex. Some of you may not appreciate that and therefore should skip this particular volume.SUMMER COTTAGELeslie and her long-time lover Rachel had owned a summer cottage in the Finger Lakes district for years. The women were in their 50s and enjoyed the forests and the canoeing. The ladies were fit, slim and...
THE SENATOR – PART 2(I am continuing for a few episodes what I started in the last story of SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales) Volume 3 which I posted a few weeks ago. That story concerned a lesbian Senator and I am repeating the initial paragraph which introduces her briefly. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you)Helen Travis, Senator Helen Travis that is, was one of the most well-known persons in the city. A women’s rights activist, the first black woman to be elected senator in the state, Helen was...
TRAVELS (LESBIAN TALES)Many of the lesbians I know or I’ve met, single or married, told me that much of the exciting sex they have had was on a trip, either a holiday or business. Here are a few examples, although all are fictitious, written as if they were narrated to me. MANDY (Single. 40 years old. Canadian. Brunette, rather plain face, nice body)I was never one to “go south” during our long cold winters, but last year I was fed up by the time Christmas came around and went to a travel...