It was early June and I was moving into my new home. After a long search, I’d found a house that I loved, at the edge of a tiny village in central England, with most houses encircling a well-manicured village...
Lesbian
Beautiful Agony – Chapter Four
"The agony begins..."
The sky, of which there is rather a lot in Cambridge, was the colour of lead. From horizon to horizon an unrelenting solid coffin-lid of cloud covered my little world. No more the vivid world of Amsterdam, fizzing with light...
Beautiful Agony – Chapter Three
"Lost in love now, with no way back."
“‘The window’s in the wrong place!”I woke up suddenly and my brain was sort of rebooting itself. My memory was coming back in unconnected bits and pieces. The dream was a happy dream and I was having a good time...
Stone Butch
"I nibble my way to her ear and whisper, “I need this. I need you.”"
Another purple sunrise, I’ve seen too many to count. I used to think that this time of the morning held magic. The way the sun momentarily stays hidden behind the horizon, sending up her rays in a lavender ombre canopy...
Carla And A New Position
"Carla embarks on a new job."
Friday night.Ernie’s was one of the best lesbian bars in the city. Small, it had a lot of character and a few characters who made it a warm, friendly and safe place. It was one of my destinations of choice...
The White Dove
"What happens when the child of Christian pastor doesn't share the same beliefs."
You think you’ve got problems; try being a lesbian in the home of a Fundamentalist Christian pastor. My name is Lesley, and I realized in my early teens that I wasn’t attracted to boys. I didn’t hate boys mind you,...
Beautiful Agony – Chapter One
"In Amsterdam to fix a broken heart."
It was early Spring and the air felt fresh and clean and the streets were so quiet you could hear the birds singing in the acacia trees all the way down Paleisstraat to the canal bridge. I have a daily...
Beautiful Agony – Chapter Two
"A friendship is born..."
The sun was reflecting off the water as I crossed the bridge and returned to the safety of my Irish Pub. That’s so ME… if it ain’t broke why fix it. I was feeling good, almost approaching happiness! My reflection...
No one can remember when the street lights last worked. Now the corner is only lit by the garish glow from the 24-hour laundromat and Mr. Chow's Chinese neon across the street. I park in front of the heavily shuttered...
In the glowing light of my bedroom Liz uncoupled herself from me giving me a deep passionate kiss before exiting the room and creeping downstairs. I laid back warm and contented stroking on my nipples excited at what pleasures were...