Library

by Marie LeClare

“I’m going out to the library.” I said to my mom, as I was almost out the door.

“Where to?” she asked, reminding me not to make myself a nuisance.

Rolling my eyes, I said, “to the library where I can do a little research on something for school.”

I had to lie to my rents because at home they had put Net Nanny, or something, on our computer. At the library I could see the lesbian pictures and movies I craved.

Arriving at the library a few minutes later I went to take a seat at a computer in the corner that is nearly hidden from everyone. Sitting down in the chair I logged on to the Internet and went to check my e-mail, but all I had was tons of spam. It was then that I decided to find and look at some lesbian porn web sites.

After a few minutes I noticed this beautiful woman that was coming my way so I quickly closed off the sites so that she couldn’t see my screen.
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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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Experienced Dyke Recruits Young Lesbian

by Marie LeClare

Nancy knew that when she graduated from college and was preparing to enter the business world, she wouldn’t let anything stand in her way, not even her lesbianism, from climbing the corporate ladder.

So to that end Nancy made a decision not to have any relationships with other women, and to just satisfy her cravings for sex, with masturbation. So there would be no chance of gossip or rumors about her life.

She also let on that she had children from a failed marriage and two grandchildren, whose picture stood proudly on her desk.

Taking an early retirement at the age of 40, she decided that she was going to take a trip to Europe and sample all the forbidden pleasures she had missed throughout her life with the company.

After shopping for new sexy lingerie, a new wardrobe, and having the gray in her hair colored, Nancy was ready for her first trip to England.
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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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Fun at the Airport

by Marie LeClare

When I boarded my flight at Dallas, Texas for my business trip to Madrid, Spain, I hoped that I might meet somebody to chat with on the flight and perhaps more at the end of the flight, but no such luck and I was annoyed by the fat old man who had the seat next to me.

I had just arrived in Frankfurt, Germany, at the airport, for my two hour layover before continuing on to Madrid, Spain, and as I walked through the airport I noticed that a large hotel was connected which I thought was a pretty neat idea, before I noticed the little kiosk, which sold drinks and sandwiches.

I stopped at the little stand for a cup of coffee, when I saw her. She was stunning. My eyes were not believing what pleasure they were seeing and I’m sure I had my mouth open in amazement.

When she turned to look at me, she smiled, and I’m sure she knew what I was thinking but I was embarrassed at having been caught ogling such a beautiful woman, and turned away for a brief moment.
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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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Movie Theatre

by Marie LeClare

I had cabin fever. The Winter had been long and it still wasn’t over with, so I just had to get out of my apartment. I had tried going shopping the day before but couldn’t find anything I liked so that was a loss, and I didn’t feel like going shopping again so I decided to go to the movies. Maybe I could find something to cheer me up.

Stopping first at the snack bar to get my popcorn, I made my way to one of the seats in an empty row, close to the back, where I wouldn’t be bothered by people coming and going. It was really dark and even the little soft side lights appeared not to be on, but they really weren’t needed.

Getting comfy and draping my winter coat over the seat to the left of me towards the aisle, I settled in to be entertained by the movie, when all at once a young girl was headed my way.

I was thinking, oh crap as she went to sit down on my coat when I stopped her and told her I could move my coat if she wanted that seat but thinking, for the life of me I didn’t understand why she wanted that seat out of the dozens of other empty seats.
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Flight Attendants Are Fun

by Marie LeClare

As I made my way to my seat I looked at the other passengers hoping for a friendly face. It was going to be a long flight from Dallas, Texas to London, England, and I can never get interested in the in flight movie, so I was hoping to find somebody interesting to talk to pass the time.

In no time we were airborne and I still hadn’t found a friend. The man sitting beside me was certainly no help, talking about his hardware business back in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Celia, our flight attendant in first class, noticed my plight and spoke to the man mentioning that there was an empty window seat if he would like to change. Oh course he jumped at it, although I don’t know why, all he could see on a transatlantic flight is clouds.

She could see the relief in my eyes even before I could thank her, and seeing that nobody was calling her she decided to sit down for a few minutes, and make small talk.

I told her how I had used to be a flight attendant but got fired, and how I was now a model. Of course she wanted to know who I flew with and why I had been fired.
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Commune

by Marie LeClare

I remember what a neighbor lady said to me when I was little:

“Molly, you have the map of Ireland written all over your face!”

I ran to the loo to look in the mirror, and all I could see was my flaming red hair and freckles.

I had the misfortune to get preggers when I was 12, the first and only time I had sex with a boy, and along came Sally. With some help from my parents I raised Sally as best I could. Sally came to know that I was a lesbian by the time she reached 13.

The very first time Sally caught me masturbating she thought I was in pain by the look on my face, but I explained that it was the most pleasurable thing a woman could do, and that I loved touching my pussy.

I don’t know what I was thinking but I carefully explained what masturbation was and how much fun it was to touch her pussy and soon Sally was an avid masturbator, just like her mom.
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Hot Lesbian Cybersex

This week docweasel.com presents a transcript of some steamy cybersex from 2 members of DWF
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