My name is Carrie and I was the product of a very well-to-do family. I was one of four siblings who were raised by extremely strict parents. After all we were the upper classes, and not expected to mingle with those below us. I was a plump girl, fat actually and not particularly attractive. At least that’s what I came to believe, although once away from home and with the help of make-up and a different hairstyle, I was qu...

Now Rachael didn’t have a phone in her room, and I’d often told her she could call me anytime and reverse the charges. Now she began phoning me regularly, to find out mother had told me about her more personal relationships. I was happy to share the information with her, like me, she was surprised to find out who amongst her friends were lesbian. When I mentioned Mrs. Simmons, who of course she also knew from our school d...

Watching mother drive away had made me feel down, what had happened between us made me realise I was indeed a lesbian. To have lesbian feelings was one thing, to act on them was something so few women did. In those days, so few women came out as it was dangerous to let others know. It could cost one their job, as well as being shunned by friends and family. To have an incestuous relationship with a family member was stric...

“How did you know I was queer, I asked her.” “I wasn’t sure but I suspected it,” she went on, “I saw how close you and your sister were.” “As we were about you and Aunt Susan,” I replied with a smile. We were sitting at my kitchen table, naked, sipping our tea. Mom leaned over and smiling stroked my hand and wrist. Normally this would have been the only physical contact that would be between family members. Now for me as...

It was a lonely time for me once Linda left the city. As I said in my last letter, our relationship lasted longer then we both expected. That was due to our willingness to share with others. Keeping an open mind and socialising with other like minded ladies, had a lot to do with our lasting relationship. Now it was over, time to move on. I enjoyed and patronised the club more than ever, it was somewhere to go to for compa...

As the saying goes, all good things come to an end, and I had to be getting home as it was now around ten o'clock. I got dressed and when ready to leave, Linda walked me down to the building entrance. She took my arm and not much was said between us, we were both reluctant to leave each other. We stood in the doorway for a moment just looking at one another, I took her hand and said, "Thank you I had a lovely time, will I...

I was thrilled to finally be graduating and finding a job so soon, of course it was only temporary pending the results of my final examinations. I didn't think I had anything to worry about, still you never know. Of course my employers wanted to make sure I'd passed, before making me a permanent employee. I had three weeks at home before I had to return to London to start my job, and mother took me shopping to outfit me i...

My name is Sheila Simpson; I have been a lesbian nearly all of my adult life. I was born in 1940 in a rural part of East Anglia in England. My sister Rachael came along about ten months later. We shared a double bed in the second bedroom in our cottage right up till I left for University, and anytime I was at home after. I never really knew my Father as I was too young to remember, he was killed in the war and never came...