Lesbian Stories

When Adora Gray was twelve years old, her best friend in the whole world was Kat Weaver and they went to a very special camp for very special girls - the kind of place parents send their kids when they're... Not. Normal. After that camp, Adora Gray was not friends with Kat Weaver anymore. Now, at age eighteen, Adora feels trapped between her mother's expectations and her own desire and her own guilt...until she follows a tiny owl into an old shack off the road...

Richard is single and almost 64. He has been having an on and off affair with his 38 year old neighbor. One night after one of their trysts, she asks him to deflower her 16 year old daughter. Richard is shocked, but what can a good neighbor do?

Joan is 6 months pregnant and left alone in Mexico to smuggle cocaine back to her husband in San Diego. She is caught by Mexican DEA agents and what transpires next is a sexual fantasy of the greatest magnitude.

WWII is finally winding down, D Day has passed and Patton’s 3rd Army is rolling across France and about to cross into Germany. A medium Sherman tank up armored at the factory is delivered to Fort Knox where a new crew takes possession of her. They name her “Iris’s Revenge” why that name? I guess you’ll have to read the story and find out!

A Tales From Silks Story
Karen is living with her violent husband. Her colleagues at work have begged her to seek help but Karen can still see the man that Richard once was and is sure he will return one day. Then one day she doesn't turn up for work.

A story in the The World of Erasthay Universe
Cherise has grown up friends with the unicorn Willoweyes. Cherise fears the day of her marriage. The taking of her virginity will mean more than loss of her maidenhead, but the loss of her friendship with her unicorn.

Lizzie (not her real name) is some who was incredibly important to me for a very long time. I had already come out when we met, but she taught me to accept and to love who I was. We never met in person; this was purely an online love affair but at time it was quite intense. In the end, she decided she needed to focus on what was real in her life and I understand that. I still love her deeply. This is a story. a dream. a fantasy that we wrote back and forth to each other.