My morning had been crazy, four new cases and I was the only one available to take them. I was beginning to think that the day was never going to end. I listened to an endless amount of griping and bickering, and that was from my colleagues. Some how I thought pro bono work would be more gratifying. I love my work on most levels, but the people I have to deal with, namely the other lawyers, are enough to make you reconsider your career path. I guess the reason why that morning felt like it was dragging was because I had scheduled my afternoon off. My best friend from high school was going to be in town and we were going to get together for lunch. She and I had talked on the phone for the past six years, but never actually got to see each other since graduation. We were both afraid we wouldn’t click like back in the day. She and I were inseparable back then. Our other friends would pick on us; Siamese twins or lesbians take your pick. We didn’t really mind, as long as we were together. We sit up late at night talking about what it would be like to make out with each other, but neither of us had the balls to actually do it. That thought made me laugh and brought me back to the boring meeting I was in just in time to see everyone looking at me. I had to get out of there! I sank down into my chair and waited for them to carry on. The meeting, which of course was just an excuse to get everyone away from his or her offices to chitchat had lasted a small eternity. Nothing was said of any importance, just a way to waste time.

I got back to my office to find a note on my desk, “Meet Jessica at the Blue Moon Café.” My heart jumped. I knew we were going to get together, but now it was for real, it was on paper! I got to the café early and got a table facing the door. I wanted to make sure I saw her when she walked in. I didn’t have to wait long. It might have been six years, but she still looked the same, tall, long legged and blonde. She spotted me immediately and walked over. We hugged tightly as we giggled and laughed. It was a bit weird seeing her. We quickly fell into our old routine and gossiped about everything in our lives, leaving no detail out. After we’d both eaten I asked her where she wanted to go for the afternoon. “I wanna see where you work Tracey.” As much as I didn’t want to go back there, I nodded and smiled. “Sure thing hon.” I walked in and asked Monica, the firm’s secretary, to act as if I’m still out. She smiled and answered yet another phone call. I opened the door to my small office and let Jessica in. “Whoa hon, you’ve moved up in the world haven’t you?” She had to be joking. My office was large enough to fit my desk, 2 chairs opposite the desk, three five drawer filing cabinets and a dark brown couch, which was only in my office because there was nowhere else to put it. Read more

Leeann sat at the bar, forehead in her palm, staring at her almost empty glass of wine. Despair ran through her body like her own blood. She brushed back her red hair and closed her eyes tightly to keep from crying. The job was no high flyer, but she didn’t want to go back to waiting tables. She clenched her teeth. Damn it, damn it, damn it. She heard someone sit down and felt a presence beside her. She knew better. She didn’t want to go home with any old dick just for some quickie to take her mind off her troubles. No, Leeann knew that it could only lead to more problems. “You want a refill on that, sister?” Leeann hesitated for a moment. It was a woman’s voice asking her, not some stud trying to get her on the rebound. Oh she could use that drink and a little girl talk. “Yes, please,” Leeann replied. She opened her eyes and looked over. The woman who sat there looked vaguely familiar. Her name was…

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“Shauna,” the woman said with a smile. He teeth were white and even. She was a large woman: tall even sitting on the bar stool, sporting what could only be described as a long, thick, brown, mane of hair. It was as if she had read Leeann’s mind. “I noticed you sitting here. You worked at the store too, right? seasonal and household goods?” “Yes, that’s right. I knew you looked familiar. “I think we mostly worked opposite shifts.” The bartender put a second glass of wine in front of Leeann. She took a sip. “This isn’t usually my scene, you know, in the bar after a bad day, but I got it from both sides today.” “You got your pink slip?” “Yeah, and when I got home I found out that my man had traded me in for an ex-cheerleader.” “Awe, Darlin’ that hurts.” Shauna draped her arm across Leeann’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, we’ll sit here and have a few drinks and a few laughs and put it all behind us.” Leeann drank and they talked about the store. She felt the warm glow of wine as their conversation became more personal. “He was good in bed,” she confessed. “And he was excellent with his tongue.” Leeann put her hand over her mouth, and then giggled. “Oh, I can’t believe I just said that!” She took another gulp of wine. Read more

It was the spring of ‘99 and I was a senior in high school, just turned eight-teen. I was on the Volleyball team, physically fit and ready to take on the world. We had just won our first game and after a pep talk from Coach Azzerelli, he sent us off to the showers. I had often found myself getting aroused when in the showers after practice while I watched the others showering. I would stare at them as I had my head under the stream of water, so it wasn’t obvious. OR so I thought. One of the chics on my team was rather hot, but never seemed to have a boy friend. There was a rumor going around that she was into girls and didn’t want anything to do with guys. I was at that awkward stage where I didn’t know what I liked. I admit. I’ve had sex with a guy. Did I like it? Not really. I loved it when he fondled me, but when it came to actually cumming, it never happened. I just chalked it up to the fact that none of my friends who had sex with their boyfriends had come either. High School is frustrating enough, now this? So, here I am, looking at the chics on my team and wondering if I’m twisted for getting wet over their bodies.

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That’s when Claire approached me. We were almost alone in the locker room. I had taken my sweet time again and she noticed. She waited for the last of the girls to leave the showers and looked right at me. “I noticed you checking me out, Sammy.” Oh my god, someone knew. I just about tripped over myself trying to come up with an excuse or something. She laughed, and raised her hand up to my shoulder. She saw the desperation in my face. “Calm down hon. I ain’t gonna say anything. I know you’ve heard the rumors about me.” I simply nodded. “They’re true, Sammy. I’m a lesbian.” Lesbian rolled off her tongue smoothly, and made me feel somewhat better. She took my hand in hers and brought her naked wet body closer to mine. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I wasn’t going to fight it. She pressed her lips against mine softy. Both of us were nervous and shaking slightly. The first kiss was awkward to say the least. She leaned back and told me to relax as her eyes smiled into mine. I looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as mine. I felt the twinge of excitement flutter through me again as she kissed me. Her lips were soft. I closed my eyes and she let her tongue slip from between her lips and into my mouth. She probed gently around my mouth and coaxed my nervousness out of me. Before I knew it our tongues were dancing and our bodies were pressed completely together. Read more

It sickened him. His new girlfriend had an obsession with “the anal thing.” Now *that* he had never done. It had overtones of filth and perversion. It was the way queers had sex! And yet . . . She did have a nice behind. He loved to run his hands over its sweetly flowing contours. It was a classic, fully rounded and padded model, unlike the skinny boy-butts fashionable nowadays. He got hard just thinking about it. Why not? If she wanted it that badly . . . But, damn, that was where *poop* came from. The thought of sticking his cock into that disgusting, stinking hole –

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“Hobbie, do I have to beg? I *need* it there. That’s the only way I’ve ever been able to come. At least *try* it. If you love me . . . ” Love. The magic word. He knew raging passion, but love? What the hell could that be? Maybe . . . maybe what he was starting to feel for Carla. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. “Yes, Hobson, I’ll wash thoroughly. I’ll even do an enema to clean out inside. No trace of my shit will contaminate that pristine cock of yours.” Read more

I went out with this guy. His name was Mark. He was well built, with broad shoulders. He was muscular, and his cock was 9.5 inches long. And the unbelievable part- he was a VIRGIN! I’d think he would have had sex at least a 100 times. Anyways, THIS is my story…

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One day we went out to dinner. We went to Zachary’s, like always. But I had a feeling that this time would be different- special… and it was. I was a virgin. I was 18. He was 19. After dinner we got into the car, and he asked me if I wanted to go home. I gave him this naughty look, and said “Where else would I go?” He looked at me skeptically, which threw me off, and I said “Yeah, just drive me home.” I still lived with my parents in a small apartment. Mark looked at me, though. Something was gleaming in his eyes. When I asked him what was wrong, he asked me if I was ready, that we have been holding it off for months, now. I asked him if he was a virgin, and he told me he was. And I said, that I would just call my parents, and tell them that I was hanging out with Mark. When they asked me where, I just said that I would be at Mark’s place, watching a movie… while I was calling, he went out to the gas station, and bought a condom. He was being really respectful, and that got me. He knew I didn’t want to be pregnant, and I didn’t even tell him to get a condom, he went alone, not wanting to ruin my life. That was the first thing that turned me on that night. Read more

My morning had been crazy, four new cases and I was the only one available to take them. I was beginning to think that the day was never going to end. I listened to an endless amount of griping and bickering, and that was from my colleagues. Some how I thought pro bono work would be more gratifying. I love my work on most levels, but the people I have to deal with, namely the other lawyers, are enough to make you reconsider your career path. I guess the reason why that morning felt like it was dragging was because I had scheduled my afternoon off. My best friend from high school was going to be in town and we were going to get together for lunch. She and I had talked on the phone for the past six years, but never actually got to see each other since graduation. We were both afraid we wouldn’t click like back in the day.

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She and I were inseparable back then. Our other friends would pick on us; Siamese twins or lesbians take your pick. We didn’t really mind, as long as we were together. We sit up late at night talking about what it would be like to make out with each other, but neither of us had the balls to actually do it. That thought made me laugh and brought me back to the boring meeting I was in just in time to see everyone looking at me. I had to get out of there! I sank down into my chair and waited for them to carry on. The meeting, which of course was just an excuse to get everyone away from his or her offices to chitchat had lasted a small eternity. Nothing was said of any importance, just a way to waste time. Read more