Lesbian(8)

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Arsenic and Esmeralda

Does she love me or is she brainwashed?

I was 23, just out of culinary school and out of the closet. I fell in love with a woman and we were together for six glorious months until I found out she was cheating on me. This heartbreak motivated my move back to Cincinnati where to my surprise things had changed quite a bit in the five years or so I’d been gone. The nightlife was great, the local music scene inspiring, new art...Read On

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My Education

A young girl coming of age with a beautiful professor

I went to class that morning in a bad mood. Some students in the apartment next to mine had decided to ring in the school year with a big bash, and I had barely slept all night. At my polite request to keep the music down, several drunken frat boys had urged me to join the party. I almost considered it, but their leering gazes and sloppy attempts at flirtation made me a little sick and...Read On

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Thank You Heels

A street smart girl turns the tables on her manipulative employer.

I I had problems when I was young. I won’t go into all the horrific details because I want this to be a happy story and no one likes a whiner. I’ve always been blamed for the decisions I’ve made going all the way back into early childhood when I didn’t even realize I was making decisions. But they say children are not responsible. So at what point did I cross the line? at what point was...Read On

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The Passion of Agnes Part 1

I was brought up in the small village of S only a few leagues from Rouen. The people there are quiet peaceful and devout. My mother died when I was very young. I remember milking the cows with her, sweeping the sheds, gathering wild mushrooms in the forest and clinging to her skirts as she cast grain amidst frightening hordes of poultry. My father was a modest trader and farmer. He raised...Read On

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The Passion of Agnes Part 2

Soon I was to travel again through the French countryside but its splendors were to leave me unmoved. The landscape no longer interested me. The birds music no longer cheered my heart. There were no more garlands. Rather than the light-hearted joy of my previous pilgrimage, my veil shielded me from the vanities of nature and beauty. A garment of sackcloth took from me the simple pleasures of...Read On

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The Passion of Agnes Part 3

Sister Agnes discovers the darkest secrets of the Order of the Sacred Heart.

The keyhole was wide. What occurred in the punishment cell, which Abbess Clarissa eccentrically called the Misericord, was the stuff of constant gossip among the lesser sisters, but what I now beheld made me gasp in awe. The room was peopled with four naked female bodies. The Abbess, her unleashed red hair falling in crimson tresses along her sensuous back, held a whip in her hand. Without...Read On

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The Passion of Agnes Part 4

Agnes continues her voyage of self-discovery

I retraced my steps in the direction of the dormitorium, wondering if I was still expected to fulfill my duties that day, much troubled in heart and soul, turning over in my mind the tenets of the strange philosophy expounded to me by Sister Gwendolyn. Even more than the tableaux of the previous night these diabolical views shocked me to the core. She couldn’t have been serious. I had no...Read On

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The Passion of Agnes Part 5

A new character appears in Agnes' world.

I want to skip ahead by a day in order to share the explanation I received regarding the abduction of Beautoix and his men before I narrate the fantastic events that occurred the night of Samhain. Therese, who was soon to become the Order of the Sacred Hearts newest member, and I met during the previous nights revelries. Out of my mind, so to speak, with enthusiasm for our Goddess I failed...Read On

Love Poems(1)

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Christina

I know you'll never wake me with gentle kisses, folding me in your arms again.. Your pillow-creased face whispering in my ear, your auburn hair falling over me.. You'll never fret over me again like I was a broken bird, We'll never watch Malena Morgan together again, swooning... Stealing little caresses... Snug as only lovers can be.. As I watch for the green light to blink on my phone...Read On