Cleaning Lady

by Marie LeClare

It was late, and since the promotion I was bogged down with work. So after I got back from catching a bite to eat at the corner dinner it was back to work at my desk. What I really wanted, and needed, was to find a woman at the lesbian bar for sex.

As I kept staring at the reports in front of me, I started to have a fantasy about a beautiful woman coming into the empty office building and finding me at my desk, kneeling in front of me, and licking my needy pussy. But all I could hear in the halls were the voices of the men cleaners speaking in some foreign language.
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Miki’s Mother

by Marie LeClare

Miki didn’t really understand what the words meant when she first heard her Mother say, “Not yet!” as she and Miki’s father
made love.

It always seemed to be the same, as her father would then rush into the bathroom before dressing and leaving for work.

She couldn’t get the soft cries and moans that signalized unfulfilled love making out of her head and Miki wished she could do something to please her Mother. Miki always wanted to please.

So after her father left for work, Miki finally crawled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. Since school was out she could sleep in like today, which was a real treat for a 15 year old girl.

As she walked back to her room she passed by the bedroom of her parents and with the door ajar she looked in and saw her Mother laying on the bed, the covers thrown off and her Mom having a sexual dream.
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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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Marie LeClare :: Daughter and Me

Daughter and Me

by Marie LeClare

One evening, Sharon and I had been out dancing at a lesbian nightclub. Angela, my 16 year old daughter, had gone out with friends and was supposed to have been home at 11. When Sharon and I got home at 11:30, Angela still had not come home. Sharon came in and we made some coffee and were sitting on the sofa kissing when Angela finally came home about midnight. Well, I was furious at her for being out so late and to make matters worse, her make-up was all smeared and her clothes were rumpled.

I immediately began questioning her about where she had been and who she was with but she was evasive with me. I was standing before her asking her questions and she just stood there with her head down. “Who were you with,” I asked.

“Just friends,” she replied.

“Who” I demanded but she wouldn’t answer. “Answer me”, I commanded but she just looked at the floor.
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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

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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