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I always reply to thank them for their time and often wise advice. They are, I think, volunteers and must have to read so much and of a variety of quality. I thank them all.

I am hopeful of finding a dominant woman who respects reaonable limits and is prepared to take time to get to know me

Tattoos may tell you something about someone's personality but, for me, they are not a turn per se. Personality is the key to attraction in my book.

I simply don't understand why she should lose her right to privacy. Naive she may be but naivety is no sin whereas the taking of pictures and then publishing them is just plain graceless. The public should refuse to buy the rags that carry such pictures but, as we all know, far too many people will want to see them. Now, I like a nude woman as much as the next lesbian does (lol) but I prefer my pictures to be of volunteers rather than victims.

Of course I have! Like Cindy, it always makes me horny if i write the scenes well

Olivia's comment is so wise - trouble is wisdom goes out the window when i see a tall woman in a dark business suit

some people are irresistible!

thank you - loved it

Of course we do

Explain to me the logic of how a beautiful thing becomes used as a harsh invective?

Donna and Nellie’s Tits I arrived at the pub late one evening after a tense day at work. I found Donna sitting at ‘our’ table with Nellie who was wet eyed and sad looking. I enquired what was the matter. ‘I’m going to have them off,’ said Nellie. I was not clear what she meant. ‘My tits,’ she said, lifting them pointedly. ‘Nobody ever remembers Nellie the charming barmaid, just Nellie...

Added 14 Jun 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,017 | 3 Comments

Donna and Equality ‘If,’ said Donna, ‘all men are created equal, what about women?’ She had the ability to raise such matters at moments when I was not entirely able to reply, this time being engaged upon a mission to return a favour she had bestowed upon me earlier. Her thighs were clamped fairly tightly to my ears which made me unsure I had heard her correctly. I raised my head but...

Added 12 Jun 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.88 | Views 650 | 5 Comments

In 1800 Maria and I were summonsed to Mistress Pickles. Jenkins, dressed in her customary Butler’s attire led us and stood in the corner as the Mistress bade us sit, then offered us sherry wine. We accepted and Jenkins served us most deferentially, offering us small glasses of the dry, Fino wine the Mistress favoured. ‘I have been discussing your future with Maria,’ she said to me and I felt...

Added 07 Jun 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 915 | 1 Comment

Time can drag sometimes. I stood at the front door of my flat, watching Tilda walk away. She didn’t look back, but I bet she knew that I continued to watch her. It wasn’t until she had turned the corner at the end of the road that I opened my door and went inside. I threw off my coat and dropped into a chair. I was tired, who wouldn’t be? I decided the laundry could wait and I went to...

Added 17 Apr 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 9 | Avg Score 4.78 | Views 1,155 | 3 Comments

Tilda was sleeping, her hair spread luxuriantly across her pillow. I sat up and in the half light looked at her. I had only once had sex with a woman on the first occasion that I met her. That was when I was travelling in Asia and met an Australian woman about my age. We were staying in the same hotel and met in the bar. She said she was alone, as I was, and asked if I would like to have...

Added 12 Apr 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 1,558 | 2 Comments

I sometimes write for a local amateur dramatic company. My aim is to write for the available cast, rather than script a play and for them, then, to find people to play the parts. This isn’t as easy as I had hoped but it seems to work sometimes so I probably write something for them once a year. The process is simple, however. The group arranges a meeting, usually in a room in a pub so...

Added 11 Apr 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 1,140 | 3 Comments

We had been in Paris for a few days and become lovers. Angela was an amazingly exciting lover and I was on a distinct high when I got home. Cloudsley, my cat, was aloof and distant when I got back. Sir Cloudsley Shovell was one of my Dad’s heroes. He’d managed to sink an entire squadron of ships in 1707 off the Isles of Scilly and, as a result of his misfortune, the race to develop a...

Added 19 Jan 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 10 | Avg Score 4.5 | Views 1,654 | 3 Comments

My boss, Angela and I had become lovers during a business trip to France. It had always been a rule of mine never to mix work and romance but in her case the two were inseparable. She was a fabulous lover and after that first night in the Hotel du Roi our trip of three days became a mix of meetings, dinners and bed. I woke up the morning after our arrival still in her bed. I woke up because...

Added 11 Jan 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.71 | Views 2,607 | 8 Comments

I almost whooped when I got the letter.  There was I, single, 30 and jobless following the collapse of the company where I had worked as PA to the Managing Director. He was a sweet man, fifty or so and devotedly married to a woman of sixty who had borne him three deeply loved daughters. I almost became a part of his family, welcomed by wife and children and accepted. The day I received...

Added 09 Jan 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 21 | Avg Score 4.95 | Views 2,721 | 11 Comments

I may have given the impression that all in Mistress Pickles’ household was, as it were, idyllic. It would, I now conjecture, be naïve to assume that a house full of women such as it was would be so. In fact there were tensions. Not all the ladies were as pleasant as Maria or Bella. There were times of great boredom and we were somewhat restricted because of the necessary secrecy surrounding...

Added 26 Oct 2012 | Category Lesbian | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 952 | 2 Comments