It was Memorial Day weekend, and hot and sunny as it should be by the end of May. Thank God my apartment pool had finally opened for the season. Summer is the season for romance and fantasies, at least when Spring didn't come through. I didn't have a date or girlfriend while my bestie and her family had holiday plans. None of that really mattered. I wanted to swim for the first time in nine long months. My name is Donna,...

Bobby and I broke up at our 1978 graduation. Breaking up stung, because we'd been dating for two years, but it was time. He was headed for boot camp. I was heading for college. Our lives were about to separate. I'd already told him I wouldn't marry him, so it was time to move on. I had my diploma, and I was free. I was a little sad, but not that broken up. I was making the rounds of friends in my cap and gown when I final...

I am Fabia. Technically my name is Fabia Tertia, as I am the third daughter of Titus Fabius, Senator. I can trace my family directly to the founding of Rome. Censors, Consuls, and Senators decorate my line. To be Fabia is to live a life of dignity, honor, and power. When I travel in Rome I am carried upon a covered palanquin which is guarded by a team of former gladiators, purchased specially to be house guards. My husban...

Widow Omalla reached between the thorns to take the rich purple mung berries and drop them into her basket. Picking mung required attention if you wanted only the ripest berries. The unripe could be left for a later day. Like most villagers picking and weaving took up much of her day but the rewards were great. The land was rich by the bounty of their Goddess. Bananas ripened on their trees. Villagers cut the cane, pineap...

Marsene MacAllistair sat back on the train seat, listening to the clack of her train racing down its tracks. Her flight into Brussels had been delayed, and while the bank had been informed and her hotel reserved, she wouldn't be in Luxembourg until almost dawn. She had hoped to spend her first day in Europe enjoying the countryside as she traveled to her new home. But in the dark of night, once she left the town all light...

Rebecca was gay but didn't want to admit she liked girls. Maybe even to herself. I already knew. We were on an academic trip for college and she was my roommate. And like a lot of college girls, she covered her desires by talking about boys. It took me a while to figure out that was where she was going, but once I did, I agreed and told her how hot I thought Brad was. We were lying in our shared room at the hotel "I want...

I cursed Bev one more time when the notice for my reservation popped up in an email. I suppose I got what I had deserved for starting the relationship my pussy argued for, but my head warned was a bad idea. Bev on a good night was amazing, but what a temper. That temper drove me right out the door. Because I was afraid we might have a real fistfight if I didn’t go. Call me Anne, because that’s my name. I'm tall for a girl...

Mouse Montgomery was sitting at the bar at Triangles, engaging in one of her favorite pastimes, chatting and ogling barmaid Sharon Patterson. Mouse was a petite girl, three years out of drama school, slim, and short, with heavily curled brown hair parted on the left. Her real name was Mallory, but people called her Mouse because she was shy, had mousey brown hair and was very small, less than five feet and maybe ninety po...

Melinda Ritter cracked the throttle then shut down her Harley out in front of Chubby's bar on Leaf Street. She shook out her long, dark hair and took a long look around. Chubby's looked about the same as before, except they'd put in a patio out where Jake's Appliances used to stand. The bookstore across the street was still open, but Osborne's barber shop was now a chain. The beauty parlor and the drugstore were both clos...

My parents really didn't like my girlfriends. Not because the other Lesbirados were bad people, but parents never like it when their teenage daughter goes out with leather-clad, Harley-riding, heavily-tatted people, even when they are women. And maybe especially so, because they were starting to figure out their little girl might be a bit strange. My name is Donna and back then I was eighteen, a college freshman in physic...

“Why are you here,” Victoria asks from her chair. Of course, She knows why I am here. I come to see Her every time I visit Los Angeles. She is no taller than I am, but on her stilettos appears so much more. Her skin is the color of a coffee bean, dark brown with a hint of red. Her hair is done in cornrows and neatly arranged. She is wearing nothing but an array of white leather straps that outline her sleek hips, small br...

I knew She was packing when I met Her. Yes, I know the T-gurls come in here, and some are pretty, but they bulge according to nature. The male tree goes up and it goes down, rising and falling according to the moment. This woman just bulged, no rise or fall there. It was always there, a long tube down the inside of Her leg. And unnaturally large. I admit I was looking, for I studied Her carefully. Lady Anita runs play par...

Miss is beautiful and she is judging me. Black latex clings to Her flesh and highlights every curve of her figure, and the opening displays delicious cleavage. I came to interview for a bookkeeping job. Mistress did not tell me Miss Avignon was a Dominant. She told me Miss needed an accountant. So I dressed for a job interview. I chose practical heels, a well-fitting business suit, a blouse and wore simple makeup, and a b...

From my senior year in high school through the summer before college, I waited tables at a place named Rob's Diner. Our town wasn't a big one, and Rob's was busiest for breakfast and lunch, but enough people came it at night to justify keeping open until nine. So worked a lot of nights, and I worked them with just myself, a dishwasher/busser, and a short-order cook, Ben, who was Rob's older brother. The food was basic din...

I met Melanie in August of '67. I was married then, but Lloyd and I were hard on the skids. That last night we had another fight. He came home drunk, threw me down on the bed and tried to have his way with me. I beaned him with my purse and ordered him out of our bedroom. He refused and we struggled for a while. He pinned me down, but when I thought it was going to get really ugly, he came to his senses and let me go. He...