Author: Marie LeClare

It Happened One Night

by Marie LeClare

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as I watched her walk across the floor, her dark hair slightly covered her shirt collar and her flashing blue eyes watching the other women in her path. She had a sort of animal quality about her that had immediately attracted me the first time we met. So when she had invited me out for a drink after work I readily accepted.

Thoughts of her thighs wrapped around my head, her legs on my shoulders, and my tongue gently kissing and licking her delicate folds had started to keep me awake at night, and I was rather obsessed with wanting to go to bed and make love with her.

I wasn’t the only one with similar thoughts, judging from the way a few of the other women were looking at her as she walked past.

Finally she came back to our little table, a drink in each hand. I sneaked a peek at her muscular thighs bulging against her jeans as she sat down across from me.
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Kelly’s Sorority Sisters
(As it was told to me)

by Marie LeClare

My college roommate and I use to masturbate each other and for each other. We would jokingly call this the “tension reliever”. She also used to joke and say, “When nobody else would, Kelly would”.

We were best of friends and sorority sisters. As I’m thinking about it the story seems long and complicated so I’ll try to keep it short and simple.

We met our freshman year during sorority rush. We joined the same sorority and became fast friends. We did a lot together freshman year and because of our friendship decided to room together sophomore year. I don’t know what it was but we were always close as we seemed to be on the same wavelength on virtually everything. I felt and I think she felt a closeness that was different from our other girlfriends.

We were close but things really changed sophomore year. At the end of sorority rush there were these huge parties at all the houses. It was the only time we could have organized beer parties on sorority grounds. The parties started in the afternoon and went until the kegs ran dry. Of course, during the party there was singing, dancing, hugging, jubilation as the sisters welcomed the new members, and of course, we all got very drunk.

When the kegs would run dry we would go over to the fraternities who have organized parties so that we could continue well into the night. Our sorority and another one went to one fraternity that had invited another fraternity over so there were suppose to be about an equal number of guys to girls. Well, it seemed the girls outnumbered the guys by a wide margin but that was ok because we danced and sang with each other. Again, lots of drunk girls hugging, dancing singing, drinking but it was all very innocent.
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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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Intern

by Marie LeClare

The soundstage was noisy and Andrea, the new intern was asking me a million questions about making movies, since I’m an actress in the adult industry, which of course is pornography. So I invited her back to my hotel suite after I had a chance to soak in the tub and take off my stage body makeup.

I picket a beautiful plum colored velvet robe to slip into after I had my bath, and was enjoying a cup of my favorite orange cappuccino coffee, as I sat on the couch waiting for her to knock on the suite’s door.

I actually didn’t even think about her sexuality, as I took a sip of my hot coffee. She was an attractive brunette with beautiful dark eyes, I suspected some Italian blood. She was a little taller than me, slightly bigger and always seemed to wear a crop top with no bra and jeans when she was around me, and was fun to be with, with a great sense of humor. I got the hint that she was a real romantic.

When she arrived, after the customary hugs at the door she took a seat at the end of the couch, and we talked first about movies and how I got into the adult business, explaining how my girlfriend and I were broke and she had chickened out about taking off her clothes in front of the camera.
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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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My Daughter & Me

by Marie LeClare

My name is Ann, and I am a 40 year old divorced BI-sexual woman. I have blond hair, blue eyes, 5’8, and 135lbs. and a size 36D cup. I was married for 14 years and have gotten a divorce just last year. I have three kids named Tina who is 21, Dawn who is 18, and a son named Duane who is 10. Tina is married and has a child that is 4 months old and Dawn has just finished high school and Duane is going into 5th grade.

Duane lives with his father Dee and Dawn lives with me. Tina lives with her husband over by her dad’s house. They all have the same father. Anyway, enough about that, here is my story about my daughter Dawn.

It was a hot summer day and Dawn was out in a blue bikini and a very short blue bikini thong. She was laying out in the front yard as usual while some 25 year old guys checked her out (we lived in a neighborhood full of either single or divorced men that had between 1-2 children).

I started to get turned on as I watched Dawn put some tanning lotion over her very athletic body. Her hands really played with her breasts and she would squeeze them once in awhile. Like I said, I am BI-sexual and I am attracted to lots of girls ever since I got a divorce.

I never looked at my daughters this way before in my life. Dawn has blonde hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes, about 115 lbs, and a nice 34C.
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Fun At The Mall

Fun at the Mall

by Marie LeClare

I had just bought the blouse the day before, hoping that the shopping experience would mend my broken heart, but it didn’t, so I decided to return it today. No way was this blouse going to do anything for me tonight when I go clubbing. I had to look extra special. Tonight may be the night that I’d meet that somebody special. Smiling at the thought, butterflies invading my stomach.

As I looked to the head of the line of the ‘Return Item Section.’ The older lady was still in front arguing with the clerk. I could see the frustration on the clerk’s face. It was going to be a long wait. I was fifth in line.

I decided to look around and survey the rest of the store from the line. It was the only thing I could do. As I looked towards the racks with the blouses. Maybe, I thought, I would see one that would catch my eye, and I could exchange this one for. Suddenly, I stopped, my eyes catching a glimpse at the blonde who was also looking through the rack. I had no idea why this girl had caught my attention. Besides the fact that she was flat-out gorgeous.
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Fun on the Bus

by Marie LeClare

Cairo, Illinois, is a sad place. It really feels deserted. The population is about 3000 which sounds like a good round number, but the city was built to handle a population five times larger. The buildings are still there, large stone banks, churches, and government buildings; beautiful in design, but with their promise unfulfilled. They look sad standing still abandoned. It’s the saddest city in the world.

My name is Natalie..Natalie Wood. Yes I know that it’s the same as that famous movie actress but I’m not a pretty girl. At least not in my eyes, and certainly not as pretty as she was. The boys used to tease me with, ‘When nobody would, Natalie would’, but really I wouldn’t.

My Mom had a hard time supporting us since my Father died from that accident you read about in the newspapers and with no insurance, so she decided to put me on a bus when I was 12, by myself, to go and live with my Grandma down in Montgomery, Alabama.
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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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Ms. Magee

Ms. Magee

by Marie LeClare
Harrods Department store, probably the most prestigious store in England, if not the world, was hiring, so I had heard, but I was not there for a job.

I was having problems with them accepting my American credit card so I was looking for customer service on the third floor.

Jobs had become very difficult to get and I had heard that it was not rare for female employers to take advantage of interviewees.

I happened to pass by this office, with the door not completely closed, where an interview was taking place with a girl that couldn’t be a day over 16. The interview was going well, and the young girl was desperate for the job and all seemed fine until Ms. Magee smiled and said, “you seem an ideal candidate. Are you aware that sometimes employers decide between candidates on the basis of their willingness to cooperate in, what shall we say, perks”.

With that my ears perked up.

“Yes” she replied.

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