I am a 40 something housewife, and seemingly happily married. I have known I was bi since my mid 30's when a woman began flirting with me in a bar after a conference I was attending. On occasion I have had relationships with women, including several after I married my very wonderful husband. Something happened when I hit my late 30's. My libido has hit overdrive, and the more my days are about domestic chores, the more I find myself needing and wanting the touch of a women.
The women in my stories are different parts of me that need to come, and cum, out to play.
The picture is not me - close to what I looked like 15 years ago before kids et al. An idealized version of myself and perhaps close to what I imagine one of my characters looks like (Anna).
Interests Reading, teaching, erotica, working out. And sex. And, oh, sex.
Favorite Books Remembrance of Things Past (which has a lesbian scene), any of a number of novels by Virginia Woolf, Les Miserable and Anna Karenina. I also really enjoyed Gone Girl and some of the novels by John Irving.
Favorite Authors Proust, Wolfe, Tolstoy, George Eliot, Anias Nin, John Irving.
Favorite Movies Casablanca. What would you do if Ilsa was your girlfriend? Titanic (yes, really).
Favorite TV Shows Six Feet Under, Sex in the City, OITB, Transparent, Masters of Sex.
The first thing Sarah noticed was how thin Jennifer was; her wide red belt tightly buckled around her waist. Her eyes then made their way up from her belt to her firm breasts, and then to her face. It was the face that stopped her cold. Chiseled, the sort of features that only result from hours in the gym. Finally she reached her eyes. They were deep and brown and would be easy to get lost in. She stared into them for sev...
Becca began her duties immediately. She was conscious only of three things. The first was her own dress. The dress she wore was rolled up above her hips and tucked into her belt. As a result, she was naked from the waist down. Her blouse too had been opened, though it remained tucked into her skirt. As a result, she felt awkward walking to the laundry to begin her work. Secondly, she was conscious of her own wetness. Some...
“Come here,” Anna said. There was no response. “Come here. I am tired of this game,” Anna said in a voice that was equal parts anger and impatience. No response. “NOW!” Anna’s voice grew less patient with each sentence. Becca looked at Anna from across the room. Anna was sitting on the couch in her jeans and flannel shirt. This was how she dressed when she came to work at Becca’s house as a cleaning woman. Anna had asked...