Red dress and a plug - nothing else - feeling very full for my Mistress :)

I rather think i would :) Probably lose though - not very good at poker lol

Charlotte is gorgeous, generous, intelligent and deliciously sex as well as being a wonderful, enduring friend

sometimes spelt 'interest'

Interes in exploring with women again - it makes her so attractive :)

whatever she wants :)

If the person above me is thinking about tea something's desperately wrong with our sexual positioning!

My Mistress and I always kept the D/s side of our relationship to ourselves. Few understand and many think it a form of domestic abuse which those of us genuinely in the lifestyle (or longing to be again) know that abuse is never, ever involved in a genuine D/s relationship

I have never considered myself anything other than a lesbian. I dont know how a man feels in himself but I have always felt womanly, feminine and utterly happy in my own body. Maybe the test is if you feel that you are in the wrong body then you may well be. Isn't that what a lot of trans people feel, that they are trapped in the wrong corporeal identity?

I reckon you're a woman, Mrs W :)

About half of the hours I spend in bed!

Chaos that somehow seems to work, that’s how I’d describe India. You go into a shop, perhaps to buy some silk and you are assailed by eager sales staff who deliver their patter without giving you a chance to draw breath. They offer coffee or tea, show you endless items in which you’ve already told them you have no interest but they are relentless. On the streets you have to avoid...

Added 01 Aug 2018 | Category Lesbian | Votes 12 | Avg Score 4.92 | Views 2,933 | 8 Comments

The funeral was a gloomy affair as funerals go.   I am somewhat irreverent and remember clearly my twin brother and I giggling all through my Uncle’s funeral because his widow had the price ticket still dangling from the back of her hat. John and I shared a sense of mischief and humour. At our Grandfather’s funeral, we’d been unable to look at each other during the hymn ‘Praise my soul...

Added 13 Jul 2018 | Category Lesbian | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.77 | Views 2,648 | 10 Comments

I’m very conscious that I started these tales at the time when I was an unknown actress about thirty years old. It might be interesting for me (if nobody else!) to go back in time.   I met Lilly Caterham in my first year at my boarding school. I’d been sent there because my mother basically loathed me, mainly because of the close relationship, more a friendship really, that I shared with...

Added 03 Jul 2018 | Category Lesbian | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.55 | Views 1,817 | 5 Comments

I never saw Becca again after those few lovely days, even when we were both in the USA. I can’t explain why but our paths simply never crossed. I often thought about her, of course, and we did call each other a few times but my work and hers seemed to conspire to prevent us.   I signed the contract with Michael Gordon and my life seemed to change with the drying of the ink. I may not have...

Added 28 Jun 2018 | Category Lesbian | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,752 | 9 Comments

Becca, the girl I’d met in Berlin was often on my mind. What had started as a desire simply to get laid, which had been more than successful, had ended up with me hoping I might see her again. Many nights I’d lie in my bed and, eyes closed, use fingers or toys or both to replay in my mind those two nights of fabulous sex. I’d also found I liked her. My agent, Flick Caterham was throwing...

Added 09 Jun 2018 | Category Lesbian | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,794 | 8 Comments

“How the fuck could you be so stupid?’   A well-manicured, glossy red fingernail tapped the picture on the front page of a German newspaper. The headline read, “English actress and star of new tv show leaves club with German woman.” Admittedly the headline wasn’t exactly contentious but the picture which showed her hand inside the top of my dress could claim to be.   The dress had...

Added 06 May 2018 | Category Lesbian | Votes 26 | Avg Score 4.88 | Views 6,159 | 17 Comments

Part 7 Unlike the American President, British Prime Ministers do not have their own aircraft. That is a bit of a pain for her security but somehow it all seems to work. The black Jaguar led a small convoy as it swept across the tarmac at London’s Heathrow Airport and stopped at the bottom of a flight of steps leading up to a British Airways 747. Sylvia Tenant and her entourage, including...

Added 28 Feb 2018 | Category Lesbian | Votes 14 | Avg Score 4.93 | Views 1,736 | 11 Comments

Libby Manning didn’t leave me waiting long. I was bent over the sofa, my evening dress up around my waist. I felt the tip of her dildo pressing against my lips gently, her hands on my arse. She stroked my backside and ran her hands over me, up my flanks under the dress and held my hips as she entered me. Slowly, she pushed into me, restraining me from pushing back onto her and millimeter...

Added 08 Feb 2018 | Category Lesbian | Votes 12 | Avg Score 4.92 | Views 2,715 | 13 Comments

When I walked in the flat was dark. Libby had given me a key and I’d hoped to find her home. I walked straight through into the kitchen, opened the fridge and poured myself a glass of white wine. I carried it through into the sitting room and turned on the low lights. “You took your time.” I nearly jumped out of my skin. Libby was sitting in a deeply upholstered armchair, her short hair...

Added 20 Dec 2017 | Category Lesbian | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.82 | Views 2,069 | 8 Comments

Elizabeth Fleming told me some of this story in the years before she died, aged eighty, in 2010. The more graphic scenes are mine but the emotions and surrounding history are hers. She was my Great Aunt, great in so many ways for she was the third family member I ever revealed my sexuality to, the first two being my parents. I had known since girlhood that she shared a cottage in Hampshire...

Added 13 Nov 2017 | Category Lesbian | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 4,242 | 13 Comments