Author: Marie LeClare

Bookstore

by Marie LeClare

I totally love bookstores. I can get lost among the shelves of books and magazines for hours, and usually leave with armload full of reading material. So when the new bookstore opened at the mall I was in seventh heaven, and made that my favorite place to shop.

It was huge. I had never seen so many books and magazines from all over the world, under one roof. They had little pods with tables and chairs where you could sit, if you wanted to, and read. They even had an adults only section stuck way in the back. I didn’t actually head that way when I entered the store, but I managed to find myself there before I was finished shopping.

The elderly gentleman who ran the place, looked like Santa Claus, and was always friendly and pleasant with a happy welcome greeting. He was usually sitting at the front checkout counter, sometimes hidden by a stack of books.
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Dancing With the Devil

by Marie LeClare

I first heard the words, she is ‘Dancing with the Devil’, from one of the old men sitting on the bench outside of the wine store just off the Indian reservation.

Drinking their wine from their bottles of wine hidden by the brown paper bags, and referring to the attractive lady walking by the store. I didn’t know the meaning but since I knew the lady I had a feeling it meant that she was like me, part Ojibwa Indian and part French. A half breed.

Running home I asked my Mom what the men had meant by saying that lady was ‘Dancing with the Devil’, and although she didn’t tell me what it meant, she grilled me where I had heard that saying and then told me they were nasty old men and I should stay away from that area, and to never use that phrase because it was nasty.

So it was back to life in general doing my school studies and passing from grade to grade, although I did excel at sports, swimming in particular, and since I had grown up to be busty like my Mom I had to slap the boys away who wanted to touch me.

It wasn’t until I had turned 14 that I came to realize that I was different from other girls. I had no interest in dating boys, although I had been asked out many times, I just told them that my Mom wouldn’t let me go. It was a lie but it kept them away.
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This week docweasel.com presents the another great work of Lesbian Erotica from our resident Sapphic Siren, Marie LeClare

Saturday Afternoon

It was almost Easter, and being a good Catholic schoolgirl, I had helped out at the school Saturday morning, before being allowed to go to the movies. I was 14 and I had started to notice boys, but I also thought of women in a sexual way, so I didn’t want to wear my uniform to the movies but I had no choice.
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Calling Sarah’s Jellyfish

by Marie LeClare

As I walked through the mall I couldn’t help but take note of my reflection in the store windows, as I window-shopped. I had taken special attention of my appearance because I was going to meet Sarah.

We had met several weeks ago in an Internet lesbian chat room, and had become lovers. Although she knew what I looked like from my pictures, the only thing I had to go by was her description of herself. So as a safety precaution, which I always did, I suggested we meet at a mall in public.

My heels made a little staccato sound on the tile floor and I knew I was turning heads in my leather mini. Which suited me just fine because truth be known I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist.

Stopping at the Orange Julius stand for an orange drink, I heard an audible gasp as I bent over to discard the empty cup in the trash can, and assumed it was from the old men sitting on the benches, which drew a little smile to my lips. Thinking to myself, you can gasp all you want but you’re not getting any of this candy.

Thinking I had better check my makeup and go pee before I meet Sarah I headed for the ladies room, and entered the last stall, as it appeared to be the only one that the locked worked.

As I started to pee my ears picked up on a sound, and the smell was unmistakable. I had gone to the ladies many times before myself, for just that very reason. Somebody was masturbating. Which to me is an immediate turnon.
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Dress Shop

by Marie LeClare

I was visiting Montreal, Canada for the first time in a long time and decided to do some window shopping on St. Catharine Street, before I headed back to the hotel. Walking and looking in the store windows I saw this quaint little shop with some Summer prints in the window. Now usually I can’t buy anything off the rack because it always needs to be let out in the bust, so I usually wear just tops and pants, but I decided to give it a try.
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Meeting of the Porno Stars

by Marie LeClare

Some of y’all who know me, know that I model for the adult entertainment business, which of course is porno, and never with a guy, but I try to keep both my lives separate on the internet. The only reason I do that is because I keep getting asked for my pictures, as if I had nothing better to do. So, it’s a loosely kept secret.

It had been a busy year, but since I am well known under my professional name, I had spent a great deal of time traveling to Europe, which I love, probably because at 27 I’m still very much in demand, and get quite a few gigs.

So when I was asked to do a special appearance in Baltimore, Maryland at an entertainment complex, along with another star from Canada I readily accepted. I wont mention her full name but part of it is Busty, and her like me, is a lesbian. So this was 2 days I intended to enjoy.

Incidentally, she is a fan of my erotic lesbian stories and I told her I was going to write a story with her in it, and she loved the idea.

When the white stretch limousine pulled up in front of the complex, I noticed a SUV from Canada in the parking lot an assumed it was Busty’s or her agents, and as I got out of the limousine, I noticed her approaching the car and greeting me.

“Wow you’re here,” she said with a big smile.

She had used my professional name so I told her my real name is Marie, and that I was pleased to meet her.
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Megan and Lauren

Megan and Lauren

by Marie LeClare

One day after school Megan and her best friend Lauren went to megan’s house. They ate and talked about normal 14 year old girl subjects like school, music, and even a little about boys and Lauren’s boyfriend Eric.

Megan was prettier of the two, though not as well physically developed as Lauren, Megan was an average height and had a beautiful face with shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights. Her breasts were a good size for her age, but the best part of her sexy body was her cute little tight virgin ass. It was perfectly shaped and she loved showing it off with short skirts and shorts.

Lauren was beautiful as well, with brown hair and big brown eyes. She had a very upperclass look, wearing sweater turtle necks and black and khaki pants. Lauren had large tits that sometimes made a little on chubby side but she was only big boned.

After they had finished watching there favorite TV show Megan suggested they go work on there latest cheerleading routine in the basement.

“I’ll be right down, I am gonna change first though,” Lauren said.

Megan went downstairs and waited for about 10 minutes but there was no sign of Lauren. She went back up the stairs and down the hall way to her room. She could here faint moaning from her room, and barged in to see what was going on. Too her extreme surprise she found Lauren at the head of her bed masterbating only wearing cotton white panties with her big breasts bouncing up and down and she went to deeper into slit.
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Dorm Mother

by Marie LeClare

I had taken over the position of dorm mother because I enjoyed helping and interacting with the girls, and I really wasn’t that much older than they were, but acted more like an older sister than a mother.

Each year we had so many new girls and many of whom it was their first time away from home so they would have little problems that seemed monstrous to them but it reality were easy to solve.

For instance we had Nancy, who had a roommate that told everybody that she was adopted and was better than the rest of them, because their Mom’s had to have them and her Mom had picked her.

Nancy had been a cheerleader in high school but was just one of the girls here, and had a difficult time getting used to it.
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Michelle and the Randy Model

by Marie LeClare

With my modeling career really taking off, after years of being in the adult industry, the legitimate gigs have started coming. So I don’t have a great deal of time socializing and being that I’m a single lesbian, makes for some really lonely nights.

The other day I went to a local dinner here in Dallas, which is where I go when I feel I need grease in my diet, and laid my eyes on the prettiest brunette. I soon found out her name was Michelle, but she preferred to be called Miki, and kind of teased and flirted with her.

Since I’m known in the dinner as a lesbian, some of the good old boys, or rednecks, don’t particularly like the idea, but they do like me because I tell jokes right along with them and so it’s like a stand-off.

The next day I went back to the dinner, not because I needed grease so much, but that I needed Miki.

It was her day off, so as I was lamenting the fact she walked in and sat down beside me, wishing me a good morning.

As I went to the jukebox to play some music, I had already found out what kind of music Miki liked, I noticed one of the good old boys whispering something in her ear and them both looking at me, and I assumed that he was telling her that I was a lesbian.

Not bringing up the subject I told her I was fixing on going to the mall and doing some shopping if I could find something I liked and she asked if I wanted company. I told her I’d be happy to have company so we hopped in my car and took off for the mall, leaving her car at the dinner.
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Mommas Clit Ring

by Marie LeClare

This week docweasel.com presents a new work of Erotic Fiction from Marie LeClare.
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