lesbians stories and histories

Scene One: Claudia vs. Emily
The amphitheater of Whitcomb Hall smelled of varnish and legacy. Portraits of long-dead philosophers lined the walls like unimpressed ancestors, watching over yet another Honors Seminar in its winter session: "Rhetoric, Romance, and Ruin: Enlightenment and Eroticism from Pope to Sade."...

Author's note: This is a complete story with a strong focus on intimacy and connection. It's a slow burn, but I hope their story makes up for it. A 'thank you' to THBGato for providing input, common sense and a thoughtful touch.

Chapter 1

Rebecca stood in her corner office, the glass walls offering a sweeping view of the city illuminated by countless pinpricks of light. She cradled a tumbler of dark rum, one of the more expensive ones she'd normally keep locked away in her desk. The amber liqu...

I awoke to the most erotic sensation. She closed her lips around my nipple and made my toes curl. I couldn't help but moan with pleasure. I ran my fingers through her curly hair and again she scooted her body down me, dragging her tits over my tummy. I wished I had tits I could rub against her skin......

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Eight - A Rose and a Hoagie

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal....

Flick.
The flame from the lighter dances at the tip of the incense stick until it catches. I blow the stick out and watch the smoke drift toward you in the soft candlelight. The stick goes in the holder on the headboard, and I let my hand drift down after placing it. Drift down to lightly touch your cheek with the backs of my fingers and crimson-painted nails....

I rubbed my clit with the thought of her tits bouncing out of her bikini top last weekend playing on a loop in my head, remembering fondly that her nipples were happily poking through. I was so wet on my bed, my legs splayed out rocking my hips. I let out a moan for her when I felt the itch succumb to a relieving orgasm, my body violently shaking my own tits. My nipples were so hard from my arousal and being naked on my bed after my shower. I day dreamt about her lips kissing and licking at them....

"ID please."
Talia looked up at the broad, butch bouncer standing before her, and shamelessly got out her fake. The Bouncer squinted at it, holding it up to the light, before handing it back.
"Alright sweetheart, go on in" she waved.
Talia entered the bar, relieved.
Talia didn't see the bouncer again till around two AM, near the bar's closing. Talia was dancing on a near empty floor. Her pale pink lipstick was smudged and messy short waves of dark hair framed her face....

"If you fuck this level up again, I will put your head through the wall, Ashlyn. We're gonna go hands up," Zaria warned her roommate, who had failed to beat the timer for now the third time.
"I'm doing my best, Z. This shit is chaotic. You know I usually play 2K or something."
Ashlyn stretched as she stood, unthinkingly exposing her happy trail and the top of her Calvin Klein briefs to Zaria. Though they had been roommates for almost a year now, Zaria had never gotten to see as much of Ashlyn's body a...

Female to Female Dining
The silky softness of fine sheets against my bare skin enhances the erotic pleasure of my aloneness and wet fingertips help recall the sweet memories of carnal bliss. Those damp digits probe between puffy petals that swell and twitch and become wetter and more alive and electric with thoughts of times past that generate the syrupy flow that soaks the sheets and enlarges the spot beneath me....

I wasn't sure how I felt about strip clubs. At thirty years old, I'd still never patronized an establishment where women removed their tops and danced on a stage for a room of mostly horny dudes showcasing their half chubs. It's not hard to see why I refrained from going. But the Friday before my birthday, the guys I worked with invited me to The Pussycat Lounge downtown near the office. Perhaps it was my open penchant for beautiful women or having been treated like "one of the boys" by the rest of the IT d...

"An Unexpected Encounter"
(Haven't published for a long time but thanks to the inspiration and edits of brilliant author, genzsub, I'm publishing this short piece. Hope you like it! If so, I may try my hand at more 'quickies')
My name is Liz. I am 25 and married to an amazing guy. People say that I am stunning, sexy, etc. I can appreciate that, but I don't go around thinking that it makes a difference in my relationships with others. I never had any sexual attraction to another girl. Never even fantas...

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Seven - Christmas and Cramps

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal....

This story is part of the Love Stimulator Series that follows our protagonist Sarah as she continues her merry lesbian romp across London. Sarah's adventures take place in the same universe as the Butt Coin series I wrote last year which gets mentioned in this story. I'm fascinated by the idea of creating a much larger Porn-o-verse of interlocking stories and characters, but you probably don't care and are just looking to find something to masturbate too, which is fair enough....

"What's so hard to get?" Charlotte laughed through the phone, and I grinned. "Captain Janus can control water, right?"
"Right," I agreed as I placed the phone down on the counter to chop the onions.
"And clouds are made of water, you know, from evaporation and condensation."
"I remember that vaguely from biology."...

I woke to find that only an hour had passed and Lucia was still sleeping soundly in my embrace. Her soft pink hair was flowing over her shoulder and her face looked completely peaceful in her slumbering state. I resisted the urge to kiss her sweet face for fear of waking her, but I knew we wouldn't be able to lay like this forever....

The seminar room in the old humanities building smelled faintly of damp parchment and unfulfilled potential. Overhead, the ceiling fan spun in a lazy, aristocratic loop, as though even it couldn't be bothered to rush through another Friday.
Emily Morgan sat near the window, her legs crossed, one black boot tapping in time with her thoughts. The late afternoon sun cut dramatic slants across the table, gilding her cheekbones and the leather-bound copy of Alexander Pope's Dunciad resting idly in her lap....

This story was published under my old account.
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Growing up, Angela and Jennifer were best friends through high school. They were inseparable. You would not find one without the other. They would study together, hangout at the mall together, even double date with their boyfriends at the time. That would all change upon graduation. Angela was headed to school on the west coast, UCLA specifically while Jennifer remained on the east coast, attending NYU....

He watched her walk in to M&S and followed. It was his role to follow and watch, he enjoyed it. The blonde was younger than him, a lot younger maybe mid-twenties, half his age. She was dressed provocatively he thought even a little slutty to ensure she got attention which she got from him. He followed her deep in to the huge store and on to the escalator. He stood six steps behind her, he'd worked out that was the ideal distance to stand behind women in skirts and dresses. It worked perfectly in what the yo...

Author Comments
I want to thank everyone who has read this series and/or taken the time to leave a comment. I appreciate the words of encouragement and the feedback on the details.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older....

Yumiko Goes to a Birthday Party
My name is Yumiko and I first met Sarah last summer at the birthday party of a mutual friend, Emily. It was a warm summer evening and we planned to gather at Emily's apartment around 8 pm. She lives on the 38th floor of a high rise on the East Side.
I didn't especially dress with any thought that something sexual might happen that night, that I might meet someone whom I wanted to attract and seduce, that I might end up in bed with another woman. And this is what happene...

When Stephanie got home she told Dave and Mariah all about the trip to the theater. They enjoyed reliving the experience and Stephanie felt unbelievably orgasmic. The experience was amazing. She was not an exabitionist but remembering the women watching and masturbating to her was intoxicating. The number of times she came while Mariah licked and teased her almost made her pass out....

"I want to take a shower," my sexy new lover said, "Join me, Babe?" She had read my mind! But I hadn't been thinking about taking a shower as much as having her leaning back against me in the big old tub.
"Won't we get water all over the floor?" Her laugh ws musical.
"Of course not. There's a shower curtain. C'mon, just a quick spritz to knock the sweat off!" She didn't have to ask me twice. If she'd suggested we go for a nude walk outside I'd have done it! I followed her to the bathroom, enthralled b...

"Aurelia want you as the face of their new campaign." Luisa's agent sat back in his chair, a view of the LA skyline behind him. "Global launch, print, digital, billboards in major cities. The fee is... substantial."
He looked with raised eyebrows at Luisa as he slid the draft contract across the table. As she took it and scanned through she struggled to keep calm, glancing up at her agent for confirmation that she'd not read it wrong... substantial didn't do it justice. Transformational was a better word...

It felt like they'd been droning on for hours about the same two things over and over. It was business and football, business and football. Chloe found the entire conversation tedious and dull. Ashley, her husband Billy, and her own husband, Zach, had been sitting in the living room while she had busied herself with drinks. After the two men had hotly debated how to tackle an upcoming deal for work, they wasted no time launching straight into their 'draft picks,' or whatever. She had spent several minutes p...

The crowd tonight at 8D's was bigger than the one at Killer Whale. We were halfway through our set, and half of the crowd knew the lyrics to most of our songs.
When they had begun singing along, I shared an incredulous look with the girls. It was exhilarating and sent an adrenaline rush through my body....

Chris
Finding the strength to love.
Day One - A Damsel in Distress
Chris sat in a corner booth of the bar by herself and took a slug of her beer. It was Friday evening and she was tired, both mentally and physically. Today had been a tough and long day.
Like most of the others in the bar, Chris worked construction on the new tower block that was going up a couple streets over and whilst her shift was due to have ended three hours earlier, when it came to pouring concrete, the shift didn't actual...

The lives of the super-rich are closed worlds to most of us. Sure, we get glimpses. We learn through things like the Epstein scandal of islands, yachts, aircraft all owned by them, but how they actually live, day to day, is a mystery, at least it was to me. It was until I met Valinda Patel.
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I'd been asked to write the story of a pharmaceutical company's work to develop anti-malarial drugs. The company, called Gasco, was based in Oxford and funded a fair bit of research at the university as well as i...

Part 3 -- Scene 1: "New Territory"
Title: "Camp Morning light"
Six weeks.
No boys.
No phones.
Just sunshine, structure, and few eighteen-year-old girls raised on virtue, distance learning, and the firm belief that curiosity was a sin.
Emily leaned out the van window as the camp entrance passed by -- white wood archway, blue wildflowers, and a sign that read:...

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Six - A lot like Christmas

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal....

This is part 3/6 of "The Ballad of Flavia and Sarah".

Many thanks to DawnDuckie for editing this story.

Sarah pressed the last skirt into her suitcase as hard as she could, but it wouldn't fit. Giving up, she hung it back up in her wardrobe, then zipped up the green case and placed it on the floor. Her packing complete, she headed downstairs and made tea for her mum....