I am a submissive lesbian, 41 years old and sadly single but happy and enjoying life. I love writing and am a feedback junkie.I'm happy to be friendly with anyone and would particularly love to get to know any women who enjoy talking and learning about others. I don't do drama or moaning (well, aside from the obvious times) and I have a well-developed libido which is disappointingly under-employed at present.
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Would wan obedient sub have a choice?
It all depends who is spanking :-)
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!
It was a Saturday evening and my friend, Lilly was holding a party to celebrate. When I asked what she was celebrating, she explained simply that it was exactly one year since the Saturday evening when she discovered her husband, Bernard, in bed with their neighbour. ‘Thanks to him and her too I guess, I could afford to buy the pile.’ “The pile” in question was a substantial house and...
Added 11 Oct 2016 | Category Lesbian
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Lauren got out of bed. Ava was lying on her back, her blonde hair spread across the pillow. Lauren looked at her breasts moving slowly up and down in time with her breathing as she slept and felt that her Sunday morning might be just as rewarding as her Saturday night had been. She tore her eyes away from the sleeping German woman and stepped into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Her...
Added 10 Jun 2016 | Category Lesbian
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Lauren arrived back at her hotel, the Hotel Stein, one of Frankfurt’s finest at around 9pm that Saturday night. Throughout the day she’d been shepherded by two local bodyguards, Erich and Hanse, since Carla and Frank were not allowed to carry weapons in Germany. She was glad finally to be alone. The hotel had plenty of security and she felt quite safe. Every visitor and guest had to pass...
Added 14 Apr 2016 | Category Lesbian
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Frances had her hand in her panties. Her eyes were locked on the Barrett M82 in its case. Forget men, forget cock; this was the source of her imminent orgasm. The power, the danger; these were the mainstays of her arousal. She didn’t really need to look at it, so fixed was its image in her mind. The first time she had held it in the privacy of her own flat she had run the cold, slender...
Added 09 Mar 2016 | Category Lesbian
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Previously in ‘Carla.’ Carla is a professional bodyguard and assigned to protect the CEO of a large pharmaceutical company who has been targeted by animal rights activists. She was shot in one attack. Now fully recovered she has employed a former colleague, Harry, to help her find the assassins and to check out a woman, Angie, who had got close to her. She feared she was...
Added 11 Feb 2016 | Category Lesbian
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Harry Carter and I went way back. He was, like me, from a part of the military that doesn’t exist. He had to leave when he mislaid a leg in some shitty part of the world. I’d carried him most of the way out and while he didn’t owe me anything (he’d have done the same for me), he’d remained a close and dear friend. He was also one of the most resourceful men I knew. If the police couldn’t...
Added 07 Jan 2016 | Category Lesbian
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When Lauren is busy so is everyone around her. She’s driven and drives her staff. Sometimes it is difficult because although she recognises the need for security, especially in the light of the threats, she is adamant in not curtailing her activity. ‘If I do that, they’ve won, beaten me. I’m not having that.’ A great attitude but not always easy for Frank and me to persuade her to...
Added 24 Dec 2015 | Category Lesbian
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I was hiding behind a pepper pot. The frog in the chair facing me asked me how I felt but I wasn’t going to hold a conversation with a frog. The problem with frogs is they can turn into Princes. Hallucinations are a consequence, I learned, of morphine use. As my pains, various, reduced so did the morphine and eventually the weird and wonderful tricks my mind played. I was left with the need...
Added 03 Dec 2015 | Category Lesbian
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The pretty butch pushed me back against the wall behind the bar and, hands on my shoulders, pressed her crotch hard against mine. I’d noticed the clearly non-biological bulge in her leather cut offs when I’d first caught sight of her indoors, it had been hard not to but now I could feel it. It had been a mistake, of course, to take a night off going to the bar but, to be fair, my...
Added 14 Nov 2015 | Category Lesbian
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‘It is called “displacement activity,” I think, Charlie.’ Eva, my German friend was referring to tennis and she pronounced it ‘ectiffity’ with her beautiful accent. ‘Every time you hit the ball, it is Fran you are hitting, no?’ Fran was my former lover; very former. We, Eva and I were sitting on the verandah of the old, Victorian pavilion of our local tennis club, sipping a cooling beer. ...
Added 16 Sep 2015 | Category Lesbian
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