lesbians stories and histories

It had been such a long day. A long wet, gloomy and all-round depressive day, so all Rose Meadows wanted to do was get home, eat some frozen pizza and sleep for about ten years. She had about a million things she should probably do, like wash the dishes, tidy up the place or even do even a little bi...

This one was hard to place in a category. It is technically a Lesbian story but it also has a lot of straight sex in it. And some non-con. So if that is a problem I am sorry, I honestly didn't know where to put it.
It also means I am back to my normal rough sex, so again, if that is not your thing, ...

Jean fumbled with her purse nervously. She didn't actually need anything inside it, but sitting inactive was making her feel as if she would explode. The pretty young receptionist smiled at her reassuringly. "I'm sure Dr. Crane will be with you in just a moment, Mrs. Harris," she said.
Jean nodded a...

Woonsocket, 2037
Carina Marie Delvecchio had been in this godforsaken corporate conference room for forty minutes, and already she wanted to set herself on fire.
The presentation droned on--a powerfully uninspired man in a suit clicking through holograms that might as well have been a CIA torture de...

It started when your eyes flicked up to mine, then back to your handheld game, then back up to mine, staying there. You smile slightly, coquettishly, and ask, "Are you getting ideas?"
I chuckle at that. "Yes, I am," I reply. I brush the hair out of your eyes. I lean closer, tilt your head up further...

We had finally finished Basic Training and I was on my way to Fort Hood in Texas. Amy was on her way to a base up north. We were both going to miss each other a lot, but were going to keep in touch via email and cell phone.
My Massage Therapist school fell under the Physical Therapy Course. However,...

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc., etc. Enjoy!
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I started looking around the goth-themed clothing shop with some excitement. This was much more my vibe than those old stoggy business suits and anchor-woman clothes. After a minute of perusing the rack...

Part I
The dewy night air made her skin tingle, making her feel even sexier than she looked. She didn't even need to look in a mirror. The looks from passersby and the other attendees walking in to the soiree being held at Cape Town's most luxurious hotel was confirmation enough to Queen that she na...

[Author's note: This is part one of a series about a sex therapist that likes to join in with her clients. It's pure fantasy - but wouldn't that be wonderful if it were true! Enjoy!]
Keith took my hand as we walked down the hallway. It was a subtle gesture, but meaningful. It was the first physical ...

To anyone that usually reads my stories.
This one has no rough sex, no non-con, none of the usual stuff you are used to. It is just a lesbian love story, with some sex.
Hope you like it. I do.
Everyone in this story is 18 or over.
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I fell in love the first time I saw her.
It was i...

The next day, Karen deliberately wore a pair of sexy navy blue heels, short skirt and white sheer stockings. She would never usually have considered wearing an outfit like this to work but she found herself wanting to please Alex. Something inside her craved Alex's approval.
Karen sat at her desk, t...

Lorynne's alabaster skin is coated, head to toe, in green slime. She pulls herself up over the stony lip of the well, and rolls onto the floor of the Yawning Portal tavern, while patrons and fellow adventurers chatter around her. She stares up at the ceiling with red, pupil-less eyes and tries not t...

Please read part 1 before continuing.
Angie jumped at the sharp ring of her phone, her heart skipping a beat. She fumbled for it on the nightstand, her fingers racing around before she finally grabbed it. Allen's name flashed on the screen. She hesitated, her heart starting to race. Oh my god, I can...

The water was hot as it ran off the dirty plate, making a splashing sound as it landed in the sink's basin. Colette and Steve had just finished dinner and it was clean-up time. With a brand new guitar the topic of dinner, Colette honestly was looking forward to learning how to play. She was thinking...

Six months later.
Bishop Dutch had left the diocese. He had faced a group of irate cardinals in Rome who had sent him to a Carmelite headquarters to be introduced to "mortification of the flesh". He was clothed in a metal and goatskin hair shirt and wore on one leg the metal celice, which dug into t...

Luisa
The faint hum of the engines provided the soundtrack for Luisa as she leaned back in the wide leather seat, her bare feet nestling into the soft wool of the blanket the flight attendant had given her.
It wasn't her first time flying business class, but it was her first time doing it long haul ...

19


SHOWERS WASH ALL SINS AWAY

Kelly followed the young man into the room, and her cunt was dripping like a September honeycomb. The stain coated the inside of her thighs and reached her knees. The bed was a four-post queen, and Liam sat on it. He looked like he was trying to decide what to do nex...

I Arrived at My Fork in the Road
'Keep trying. Stay humble, Trust your instincts. Most importantly, act. When you come to a fork in the road, take it.' - Yogi Berra is a famous American Sportsman philosopher known for his witticism.
Here's another 'Yogi-ism'- Life is a learning experience, only if y...

Jane Stalwart and the Lost World
Copyright 2025 by Stormbringer
Chapter Three: Castaways of the Forsaken Jungle
Jane swam toward Pa-oola. The jungle girl was standing under the waterfall, head back, letting the cool water cascade over her naked body. Jane arrived at the rock beneath the waterfall an...

I am exploring every inch of those delectable thighs that her previous boyfriend said were too big. What a fool. Being with her now was better than anything in the world, and I am still in disbelief of how we even got here. Now, would she be here, both of us as naked as one can get, both physically ...

As most of you know, my stories are pretty much true but with a bit of flourish. This is pure fiction about one of the authors on Lit whose work I regularly fantasize about. I wrote this for her and sent her a special version, but because I didn't ask her permission, I changed the name here. Just so...

Freshly showered and standing in front of the dresser, Erica was having more trouble deciding what to wear than her small number of choices justified. After all, there was just one night left before they headed home tomorrow. The problem was the thoughts she was having--or, more precisely, who she w...

Amy H. was the type of woman whose desktop icons were color-coded and aligned to a grid like obedient soldiers. Thirty-four years old. Two indoor plants. No pets. One ex-girlfriend in Portland who still occasionally popped up in her dreams like an error message. She wore her headset like a crown and...

I sat nervously in the waiting area of Reyne+ Partners, the most prestigious family law firm in the city. It was my first day as a personal assistant to one of the partners in the firm, which is unlike any job I've ever had. My eyes darted around the lush space, admiring the art on the walls, when a...

Karen tried to put the previous day out of her mind and concentrate on her work. Alex oozed sexuality as she navigated the office in her almost not quite appropriate attire. Karen admired Alex's style, though she'd never admit it, not even to herself. The way Alex spoke about her sexuality with Kare...

I would like to apologize right away for the errors in the text that will sometimes come across. English is not my native language, but I am trying to learn it.
Evening news
- Attention, get ready, aether.
- Good evening, Alice is with you and you are watching our news again.
That's how Alice's ever...

The air is dense, wet. It clung to my skin, crept into my lungs like a second breath.
Haruka shifted above me. Her heartbeat thrummed against my back, steady, unbothered. My own pulsed like a war drum, deafening my ears.
I am flying. I am underground.
My thighs trembled, my toes curled. The bed is t...

The kitchen was too quiet, too still--the kind of silence that didn't settle so much as hover, like it was waiting for her to do something, say something, break something.
Carina Marie Delvecchio sat at her mother's scratched-up kitchen table, legs sprawled, tank top loose, jaw tight. One acrylic na...

Katherine's words enflamed me. Any sense of having been victimised by her parents and her were gone, and whatever hurt I had felt was swept away by erupting lust. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply.
She kissed back, and our kissing quickly included wandering hands until we were a tangle of ...

Move, move, move damn it!
In my whole seven months studying at Harvard Law, there has never been this many people piled outside the front doors. But, when Sofia has her first late morning, that's when the entire student body decides to do a charity walk starting from her building.
Sure, it's her fau...