by Luanne (address withheld)
A recently divorced Irish girl living in Chicago
discovers a different side to her sexuality. (FF, 1st-
My name is Luanne… Luanne O’Brien. I guess you can
tell by my name that I am Irish, and Irish I am and
proud of it too! I was born twenty-seven years ago in
Clare County, Ireland.
My family moving to Guthrie, Alabama when I was a lass
of twelve. My dear father decided on Guthrie because he
had an uncle living there and family ties are strong
when you are Irish. My parents live there to this day
on six acres of the hardest scrabble land you ever
tried to build a farm on.
Rather than try to offer you some sort of description
of myself, let me just say that I look very much like
the country western singer Reba MacEntire. If you don’t
know who she is, then just use your imagination to
picture me any way that suits your fancy. The short red
hair and the still tightly wrapped body, all of that
and more have I. That is as close as I can come to
giving you an accurate description, and for Pete’s
sake, why would you need more? Writing a book you are?
Just leave that Chapter out then.
I met and married a handsome fellow that came roaring
into Guthrie one day on his Harley Davidson and I
practically leapt into his arms, I did… especially
when he promised he would take me out of the small town
mud puddle I was mired in.… Read the rest
by Andy G. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
A young woman shares her apartment with a female co-worker
and opens herself to a world of sexuality she is not
prepared to face.
Love to hear your comments and criticisms.
Alice Johnson was what you would call normal, boringly
normal. She was 28 years olds and her life had been
mostly uneventful except for a few odd situations. She
had never married, really never had a significant
relationship. She felt lonely at times particularly after
her mother died last year but was mostly satisfied with
She’d worked for the past 4 years at Peter Johnson’s
accounting firm as a bookkeeper. She enjoyed her work and
the salary was enough to keep her comfortable. She also
had a nice benefit package since the firm was rather
“Hello, Mr. Johnson,” Alice said as she entered the
“Hi, Alice. How are you?” Mr. Johnson replied.
“I didn’t sleep very well last night. It may be my
allergies but otherwise I am doing okay,” Alice thought
about her night. Occasionally she would have one of those
dreams and then be unable to get back to sleep. This had
been one of those nights. Luckily they did not happen
Alice was not ugly woman but she did very little to
accent the positive aspects of her appearance. She
dressed in very conservative clothing hiding the curves
her body held beneath the layers of fabric. Alice was
mostly a nonsexual being. She just was not interested in
sex except those rare instances after awaking from one of
those dreams.… Read the rest
by Lonelywine (address withheld)
A wife and mother discovers the joy of lesbianism and
more. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr)
Sometimes we do things that have no rhyme or reason. We
just do it without thinking.
My name is Jillian Springston and I and my family live
in a small town in Southern Indiana. If there were such
a magazine called the “All American Family”, the four
of us could well be on the cover.
By the four of us, I refer to myself and my husband of
nineteen years Jake; my daughter Lisa who is seventeen;
and my son Brian who just graduated from high school
this past June. I of course am on the high end of
thirty something, but I am still trim and shapely
enough that most people think I�m younger.
Rather than try to describe myself, I can tell you
honestly that I look very much like Patricia Heaton,
she of the “Everybody Loves Raymond” television series.
At 5�7″ I would think that I am probably several inches
taller than she, but in appearance, hair color and body
shape, we are similar enough to be twins. Perhaps we
were in some other lifetime.
To get back to the no “rhyme or reason” thing, her name
is Delores Cortez and she is a schoolmate of my
daughter. She has the dark and sensual look of her
Latin heritage, and as my son commented once, she has
quite a “rack”. Rack in his terminology of course
meaning breasts. And that “rack” she has was the start
of a reluctant adventure for me.… Read the rest
By RC (address withheld)
My hands were being held together. I felt something
wrap around my wrists. What the hell? I opened my eyes
and tried to turn around. I couldn’t see what was
happening, but I soon realized that Sally had bound my
wrists together with the cord from the vacuum cleaner.
(FF, forced, 1st-lesbian-expr, work)
I sat up straight, stretching my arms towards the
ceiling. My eyes burned from staring at my computer
screen all day. I had been at my desk since seven in
the morning. It was now ten thirty at night.
It has to be done this week, I was told. They told me
on Wednesday. Nice of them. So here it was, Thursday
night, and I was wondering how the hell I was going to
finish the damn thing.
I closed my eyes and wearily rubbed them. I was
startled by the sound of a door closing somewhere on
the floor. Who the hell else is here at this hour? A
moment later, the loud whoosh of a vacuum cleaner
echoed through the empty cubicles around me. Great.
Just what I need.
Once more, I focused on the job at hand. I was dimly
aware of the vacuum cleaner getting louder, closer.
Just another annoyance to make my day complete.
The vacuum cleaner poked its way around the entrance to
my cube, followed by a young blonde girl. To say she
was surprised to find someone sitting there was an
understatement. She let out a little yelp, her eyes
went wide, and she actually dropped the handle of the
vacuum.… Read the rest