Leather Lesbian Love
Leather Love
by Marie LeClare
Getting out of the shower I could hear the roar of her Harley Hog pulling up outside. Poosi was home and when she rode that hog she got mean, I mean, real mean. I loved riding the bitch seat holding on to her and the smell of the leather almost drove me crazy. It’s a good thing I had shaved and douched with her favorite flavor, strawberry. She had been out all night, and had probably been at the motorcycle club she hung out at and picked up some other bitch. I could tell if I smell pussy on her, what she had been doing.
The door burst opened and Poosi stood there with her leather chaps and the rest of her gear on, and I couldn’t stay mad, at least not while my pussy was leaking. She always made me ! hot. She had that look on her face that said, don’t even ask cunt.
Melting I asked, “Where have you been?”
Poosi didn’t even look up as she threw her jacket on the chair. “I waited up for you all night long and was worried about you. You’ve been with another bitch haven’t you?”
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Her a Lesbian Love Story
Her
by Marie LeClare
The hot water cascaded off Marie’s body in the shower, helping her unwind from the day, as she thought of her. Marie had met her when she was 17. Not personally, but only through her erotic lesbian stories.
Stepping out from her bath, and feeling the softness of the towel, Marie tried to get the image of this woman out of her mind. As her hands applied the lotion to her legs she couldn’t take my mind off her. Although Marie had never met her in person, and most probably never would, her thoughts wouldn’t stop, about her. Her. Her was all Marie could think about, as the thoughts continued to invade Marie’s mind.
As Marie moved about in the bedroom, she moved the chair from its usual position in the corner of her bedroom so that it faced the large mirrors on the doors to her closet.
Settling herself comfortably in the chair, Marie looked in the mirror thinking, was she attractive enough for her? Although Marie was considered attractive by many, she gazed at the reflection in the mirror. What she saw was a brunette in a loose, blue satin top just barely held up by thin spaghetti straps, and a matching pair of bikini panties staring back. Some thought Marie was narcissistic. That was true to some extent.
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Lesbian Movie Theater 2
Movie Theater 2
by Marie LeClare
It had been raining off and on when I got off work. The streets were smelling and looking clean like they had just taken a shower. The sky was still gloomy with dark clouds. The buildings and the cars looked dull. There was a warm breeze but it was still chilly.
I generally don’t like such weather but it didn’t matter. I was a bit tired. After all a secretary can’t feel like in heaven after a day’s work. Only I know how it feels after I have done with dancing my fingers on the keyboard. I was too anxious to get home. Sometimes I go to somewhere else if I feel like it. Maybe to a movie or to a bar, or I just sit on a bench by the river or just take a walk. It was not one of those days. The only thing I wanted then is to get into my warm apartment, have a hot cup of coffee, lie down on couch and watch something good on TV. I guess this is the way many of my afternoons will vanish into enchanting past.
Maybe I would have gone home. Then I don’t know why I decided to go to a movie. I went to the nearest theater. They were showing a movie called ‘The solitary girl’. Ah, that’s funny. Who could be more solitary than me? This is perfect. A perfect solitary movie for a perfect solitary girl. I went right in.
There weren’t many people inside. Only a few men and women like me. I went to a corner and tried to relax. I didn’t have to try very hard. Relaxation came by itself. Before I knew I was beginning to feel good. Soon I felt I wasn’t tired anymore. My mental joy drove away physical tiredness. The film had started.
It was the story of an office going regular type girl. Everyday she goes out to her office, then comes back home, goes to her friends’, occasionally to parties and to date. Most of the times she feels lonely. Nothing to do in her solitary times except for two faithful friends, her TV and VCR.
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Women Only Nudist Commune
All Natural Commune
by Marie LeClare
I moved to a commune when I was 12, with my Mommy, and I didn’t know exactly what a commune was, outside of the fact that we didn’t wear any clothes and my Daddy had lots of other Mommies. Everyone let their underarm and pussy hair grow to a full bush and everywhere I looked I saw natural boobs, hanging full and round. Even at 12 I was still nursing and at the commune all the kids nursed from whatever Mommy’s tits happened to be near. I loved the taste of all the Mommies at the camp and learned to enjoy the particular sexy smell of every Mommy’s furry bush.
I was short at 12 and my nose came right up to most Mommies’ crotch so I could easily get a good whiff standing in line for something or just hanging around. I’d stand next to a pretty young mommy with my arms around her thighs hugging her with my nose presssed deep within her buttcrack.
I really enjoyed it when we had to go to town and I got to see other girls my age wearing pretty dresses and bows in their hair, but my Mommy said that pretty dresses were work of the devil, so I was forced to wear a plain old gray dress, that was handed down to me by the Mommy of an older girl.
Things went along pretty normally, with school, where we were told to read the Mother Earth magazine and learn about crops. Sports and of course church until I was about 14, when I first learned about sex.
I was used to having sleepovers with my bestest friend in the whole world, Nancy. She even had breasts already. Well not large breasts but you could see her bumps where breasts would form, and we were so excited that she was becoming a woman, at least we thought so at our age. Why she had even had her period on a regular basis.
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City Lives and Loves
City Lives and Loves
by Marie LeClare
As I walked into the all night restaurant, I was dead on my feet. I had just finished my shift at one of the upscale nightclubs, where we had really been busy even for a Saturday night and I needed some hot black coffee, and quick.
Looking around the restaurant, having my coffee and enjoying a peaceful cigarette, as I waited for my order, I saw all the other waitresses and club owners from the neighborhood, trying to unwind before going home.
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European Escort Circus by the Sea
European Escort
by Marie LeClare
Soon after graduating school with first class marks, I got a job as a junior executive in a multinational firm. After two years being with the firm at the city where my Aunt lived, I was transferred to another large city. I got my own apartment and bought myself a car.
Not having any friends in the new city, I joined a health club, not so much because I was a health freak but it helped me to pass my time.
To help me recover some money I had to pay for use of the club, the management permitted the members to pay in kind, by working for a certain amount of time in either the front office, massage parlor or in administration.
I opted for massage parlor. I had to work from about 7o’clock in the evening on Fridays to 10pm and then again from 9am in the morning to 1pm in the afternoon on Saturdays. I had to work in the women section of the parlor. Pay was woefully short but the tips were good, as only the rich could afford to join.
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Erica Ling Drag King
Erica Drag King
by Marie LeClare
Erica knew at a very early age she was different from the other little girls. She thought playing with dolls was silly, and instead opted to help her dad do odd jobs. At school some of the other girls complained that Erica looked at them funny in the locker room. Some even called her gay, although they didn’t understand the meaning of the word. The final straw was the prom. Since she didn’t have a date she went by herself, but when she overheard someone say, “Who’s the dyke in a dress?” she knew she would never wear a dress again.
Since leaving school and going to work, Erica found that she liked girls that she could dominate, had many relationships, and found out that she felt comfortable dressing like a man and going girl hunting on Friday nights.
This Friday night was no different, and Erica smiled to herself, as she sat at her dressing table. She had tried many things to obtain a moustache, even shaving the peach fuzz on her chin, but she had to resort to using an eyebrow pencil. So as she sat there, she carefully used her eyebrow pencil to outline a mustache and goatee over her lip and chin.
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