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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Marie LeClare :: Dancing Teacher

Dancing Teacher

by Marie LeClare

My mother had wanted me to be a professional dancer and some day dance on Broadway, in New York City, something she had never been able to do, so she enrolled me in dancing classes almost as soon as I could walk.

I was told that I played the part of a little kitten in the school’s dance recital when I was 2 years old, and wandered all over the high school stage, much to the chagrin to my mother.

As the years went by I realized that I wasn’t good enough to be a professional dancer, although I had years of dancing school, so I did the next best thing, I opened my own dancing school.

I taught dancing to the tiniest of tots up to girls in their late teens, and although I’m a lesbian, I never had an attraction to any of them, until the day that Melanie came in with her mother, to signup for lessons.

I explained that it was only a few weeks until we held the recital but that I would be teaching all Summer. She could still play a part in the recital.

She was only about 5 feet tall, had a slim figure, but I could see that she had matured very early, especially when I caught my first glimpse of her in her leotards.
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Celtic Women

by Marie LeClare

I was on a four hour flight from Dallas, Texas, to Seattle, Washington, for a modeling gig, when I first heard them talking, with their cute Irish accents, and after listening to them for awhile I decided that I just had to meet them.

So as I was sitting back thinking of how I could met the, Babs, our flight attendant who I knew from when I used to work at the airlines, before I got fired, asked if I needed anything, and I told her just a large glass of vodka because after that I was going to go up and meet the girls.

Nursing my glass of vodka, I finally got up the nerve and walked forward in the cabin to where the girls were sitting, and they were breathtaking. They were so stunning that it almost took my breath away, so when I finally found my tongue I said:

“Hi girls, I couldnt help but hear y’all talking and it reminded me of when I used to shop on Grafton Street in Dublin”.
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One of my work colleagues Sheila, her daughter was turning fifteen, Sheila a single Mom, had planned a Birthday celebration for her at their home and had kindly asked me, if I would like to attend. I have never made a secret of my sexuality to Sheila or anyone of my friends and especially my preference even at my age, to sleep with sexy teen aged girls.

So Sheila knows all about me, but says that being straight herself, she doesn’t really understand my desire for the fairer sex, but the best thing of all,she accepts me for who I am and respects that me like everyone, has sexual needs too, also saying that she accepts my desire to sleep with such sexy young girls too.
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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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Marie LeClare :: Convent

Convent

by Marie LeClare

At the edge of Laval, Quebec sat the picturesque St. Marys Convent, or as the French would say, St. Marie.

A convent can be a dark and dreary place, a warm and cheery place, or a place filled with hope, charity, and most of all, love. Especially to a novice seeking peace.

Angelina Hebert, (not “Sister Angelina” and not truly even a novice yet, and certainly not up to even making preliminary vows), found the place as such. That Mother Superior took her in, and let her find refuge from the sins of the world. It just made the place seem that much more of a temptation, that many girls wanted to spend their lives there, for those really inclined to a religious vocation, while the peace and security that attracted her now, easily weeded out those to whom a quiet life of prayer, fasting, and abstinence would drive them crazy.
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Caught Masturbating

by Marie LeClare

I was caught masturbating. Before I go any further please let me explain.

To start with, I’m a lesbian and also a compulsive masturbator. Who has, while driving on the highway, pulled over and hiked up my skirt and fingered my hot wet pussy. I’ve even been out for dinner at an elegant restaurant and urgently had to visit the ladies room to finger my pussy.

So I was at the Royal Art Gallery in Toronto, Canada and felt the urge to play with my pussy. Finding a public toilet, I entered and thought that I had locked the door but apparently I hadn’t as I was caught.

Hiking up my skirt and rolling down my panties, it was too hot for hose, I felt my hot pussy and started to lightly rub. I like to start by rubbing my pussy with the palm of my hand, to get it nice and wet, before I finger and cuddle my clit with my fingers.
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I had just returned to my apartment from spending months on the road,pursuing my acting and modeling career.

As I was entering the front entrance to the apartment building with the taxi driver close behind carrying my luggage I heard my name being yelledout and as I looked it was Nicole, the daughter to the woman who was looking after my apartment while I was away.

Nicole had always looked up to me for some reason ever since she was little, and she knew that I was a model and actress however she didn’trealize the type of modeling and videos that I was appearing in were of the adult variety.

Throwing her arm around my neck she gave me a big kiss on my cheek and was saying how happy she was to see me and started asking all types of questions, like how long was I staying this time.

So stopping for a moment I asked her if she wanted a cold soda and we made it up to the elevators.

In the elevator I was examining how much Nicole had matured.

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