lesbians stories and histories

I'm Val. I moved from Appleton Wisconsin, to a small town in rural Nebraska where I met my love working in the town diner. Carolyn and I had passed the two-year mark together, and things couldn't have been better. I'd bought old man Farber's garage and business was perking right along. Farber, true to his word, stayed around until I'd gotten established, and then had retired to Florida and was living the life of Reilly, fishing and taking junkets to the islands....

We had just won the county final in football, with it also being one of the girls 30th birthday we decided to celebrate. The train ticket's were booked, the hotel was organised, we headed to Dublin.
I was so excited as this was my first time going away with the team. The train journey was crazy, singing and shouting, bottles of vodka in our bags, I felt sorry for the other passengers....

When I was in my second year of university, I house-shared with four other people. One of them was a girl called Marie. We were immediately drawn to one another. It remained unspoken. We weren't known to be 'best friends' in the house. That was me and Leo, or Marie and Lucy. But there was this weird thing where we would occasionally catch each other's eye and smile, and we'd sometimes just know to sit kind of close to each other on the sofa. Every time I spoke, her eyes would immediately lock into mine, and...

It was July 2027.
Things were going so well it almost felt suspicious.
The kind of well that made Emerald double-check the locks at night, like happiness might slip in and steal her shoes. The kind of well where Zoe was sleeping eight hours and waking up without apologies. Where Arvin was flirting with the mail carrier and swearing the pain in his knee was "just weather." Where the diner had a line out the door most Saturdays, and Carrie only threatened two customers the entire month....

Months ago, ChloeTzang asked me to submit a story and I said that I would. I know absolutely nothing about Mickey Spillane or Mike Hammer or writing violence or what noir means or any of that. But being clueless has never stopped me before! So, here we are!

I have started writing some stories involving a woman, Akari, who kind of stumbles into solving mysteries with her girlfriend, Maureen (Why do I always have lesbians in my stories...? Hmmm...). Anyway, their stories are NOT violent or noir or anyt...

LEZ BEFORE WICKET

[Author's Note: This story has been knocking around inside my head for a while and I needed to get it written before starting on Part 4 of the Marcilla Series. It's a one-off with new characters and is most certainly not going to become a series.
This story may be a little difficult for those not familiar with the game of cricket. Can't help that, sorry....

The Slithers
"How the fuck did I get here?!" my thoughts screamed. Everything was pitch black, I couldn´t move yet that voice... "Alex?"
"I´ll have a four-shot espresso macchiato please." I was exhausted, all those extra shifts were going to help pay the bills; well if I had any money left after all the coffee I needed to push through all of them....

The gravel crunched under Simon's tires as he pulled his dented hatchback into the driveway. The house ahead was two stories of beige suburban respectability, trimmed with tacky fall decorations--fake leaves in the windows, a metal turkey on the lawn, and a big wooden sign near the porch that read "Gobble Gobble, Y'all."...

Christmas time in Chicago is quite special if you're open to the holiday spirit. Garland and lights hang off the ceiling of bars and stores that sell knick-knacks and greeting cards, and Millenium Park hosts its tree lighting ceremony right after Thanksgiving. If you're lucky, you might catch a song or two sung by carolers donning Victorian garb or catch Santa on the L train as it passes through overhead....

Back in her apartment, Avery sat on the floor with a glass of wine, not bothering to turn on the lights. The glow from the streetlamps outside spilled through the blinds, striping the walls in soft gold and shadow.
She sipped slowly, her heels still on, her earrings tugging slightly at her lobes. She didn't want to take the night off her body yet -- not while it still held memory....

Finding Inspiration
A Ladies in Love Romance
By Magda McKune
Part Three
CHAPTER 9
I woke up early and decided to get up and let my sweet companion snooze a little longer. Tammy looked so adorable when she slept and I always wanted to hug her tightly to my breast. But there was plenty of time for that later. Plenty of time for cuddling and making love with my hot sensuous blonde female partner....

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
Thank you all for the wonderful feedback on Chapter One. It truly means the world to me. Your suggestions and ideas have been both inspiring and encouraging. They've helped shaping the direction of this story in ways I didn't expect. Continuing a strong opening is always a delicate challenge, but I hope this new chapter lives up to your anticipation. Let yourself sink in, breathe deep, and enjoy the unfolding......

Chapter 1 -- You Can Just Say He's Boring
The bar was one of those many places in New York City that tried to make people feel important.
Everything glowed -- gold-rimmed glasses, candlelight flickering through cut crystal, the faint, polished gleam of champagne-colored marble catching light from a hundred subtle sources. Conversation drifted like perfume -- low, intimate, restrained -- the sound of people who wanted to be overheard only by the right ears....

This is part 3 of a series which continues Chloe's timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," "Chloe Rides Again," and "Chloe's Return." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you ideally need to have read the other series' first.
This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun i...

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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I grew up in a small town in Nebraska. As a child, I liked our neighbors who treated me nicely and helped anytime it was needed. Everything changed when I became older. My face and body changed, and everybody noticed. All of a sudden, the friendly conversations turned into gossip, and whatever I did, became common knowledge within 24...

It should have been obvious when he yelled that his name was 'Todd' in my ear that he had plenty of money from daddy. Even the way he yelled was refined: the music in the nightclub was nearly deafening but when he raised his voice it seemed effortless.
Todd was fit, though, and handsome. He said something that I didn't hear but he smiled expectantly and I fake-laughed so he would like me. Then he bought me a drink and when we danced he put both hands on my waist possessively, and I let him. We'd only kno...

Homeward bound, on her way from college for the summer, Sabrina was making her way westward through the northern part of Alabama when she suddenly developed car trouble.
Sabrina was 24 years old, about 5'3" and a thick and curvy 150lbs., nice firm C-cup tits with light pink areolas, muscular legs with an ass to die for. Her hair was naturally flaming red, the deepest and sweetest green eyes, and freckles all over her body, since that's what gingers do when they stay in the sun. This particular late sprin...

Part Three: The Breaking Point
The night of the fundraiser at the LGBTQ+ community center had everyone in the same room -- soft lights strung across the ceiling, people milling around in half-formal wear, the scent of catered pasta and cheap wine hanging in the air.
Frankie hadn't planned to go. She didn't like crowds, didn't like pretenses. But she went anyway, because she knew Avery would be there. And because she couldn't let Raye keep circling like she owned the place....

Finding Inspiration
A Ladies in Love Romance
By Magda McKune
Part Two
CHAPTER 5
I parted my eyes to the early morning sunshine filtering through the bedroom curtains. My lips curled into a warm smile as I found Tammy sleeping soundly on the pillow next to me. Although this was only the second night we slept together, waking to find Tammy in my bed seemed totally natural to me. In fact, seeing her sweet lovely face first thing in the morning filled me with so much joy and promise that I knew t...

Priya was about an hour into her drive when she decided that she was in trouble.
It was snowing when her plane landed in Burlington, and the huge fluffy flakes had been enchanting as she walked to her rental car. The Vermont countryside was beautiful in winter, and the gently falling snow made it look like a picture book. A perfect New England postcard. But then it started snowing harder, and harder, until a thick white blanket was falling across the road....

Miss Foster had just put her bicycle in the garage and was about to put the kettle on for her ritual cup of tea and a sit down, something she did every day after a hard day of teaching at the inner city school, before then getting changed when the door bell rang.
Miss Foster wasn't expecting anyone and was surprised to see Madeline, one of her 18 year old sixth form pupils standing there. She was known to be one of the most troublesome pupils in the school....

My father's family, has been in the olive business for generations. The ancestral home is surrounded by olive groves. All of the groves in the area are the same, family owned. Once harvested, most families sell to the local cooperative. We have a good reputation, we make our own oil. It is sold through a broker and shipped worldwide. My grandparents run things. Grandma Lucia runs the business side of things, grandpa Gino looks after the harvesting and pressing. My parents, Giulia and Luca, have no interest ...

Part 1 - Hard Edges, Soft Hearts
Frankie always said she didn't do soft. Her hands were calloused from motorcycle parts, her voice low and dry like a whisky neat, and she didn't have much patience for anyone who thought she ought to smile more. She wore her masculinity like a second skin -- crisp white tanks, leather boots, cropped hair under a worn cap. In her world, things were straightforward: attraction, action, distance. Until Avery walked in....

Finding Inspiration
A Ladies in Love Romance
By Magda McKune
Part One
CHAPTER 1
I glanced up from the white leather sofa as Marsha Bowers brought me a glass of red wine. "I'm glad you could stop and see me, Julie," she said, sitting in the matching overstuffed leather armchair across from me....

Following on from "The Woman In Carriage 4" which introduced Lily.
The carriage lights flickered softly, rain lashing down against the windows. The train was slowly moving between stations, and carriage 4 carried only a very few passengers.
It was a late train, passengers in a sleepy haze, and Lily was already seated by the window when Sasha boarded. Lily's dress was short as usual, and her long naked legs crossed over each other....

The Temple of Aphrodite - Knidos - 18th June 282BCE.
Callidora had visited the temple that very morning to pay respects to Aphrodite in her fortune of having been matched with a suitable man who she was soon to be wed to thanks to her mother, a woman who had been happily married for over 20 years simply wished the same for her daughter, a nice quiet life with a nice man......

I hit my vape and scowled as I slumped down in the car seat. Warm rays of sunlight warmed my cheeks as I inhaled, the irritation clear on my face as I looked up into the rearview mirror. This was not what I had wanted or expected for myself at this age. I was twenty-two, a minted college graduate from Brown University, and I was living at home with my parents. No job, no love life, no fucking future as far as I could tell. I slammed my vape into my handbag and stepped out of the car. The heat of summer crac...

Dear reader,
Welcome to the fourth installment of Life of Anne. And wow, what a life Anne's been living. Nothing's ever smooth sailing, just like in real life, right?
This part includes some scenes with a man, which I know might not be everyone's cup of tea. So, consider yourself warned. But try to look past that, because at its heart, this story is about Anne and her journey of self-discovery....

Melanie and Hannah have been friends for some time. They met at work about 5 years ago and instantly hit it off. Both women, in their early thirties, are married, Hannah even has a baby at home with her husband. The women were both sent on a trip by their company to represent it at an expo in New York....

The Devil's Sorority: Arrival

"No that won't do at all," Sandra said. "You need to earn the privilege of a landing strip like mine. If there is one solitary hair there tomorrow, there will be consequences."
"Yes mistress," the tall brunette girl whimpered, trying to keep her hands at her side....