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Barbie Lez Before I begin this story, let me explain what my life has been like for the past few months. Since I have yet to make a living from my writing alone—hint hint—I usually go on a few workations (work vacations) to help supplement my writing income. I usually do this during the late part of spring and early in the summer. This year I spent the better part of four months working. My schedule looked something like this:

Barbie Lez “Fuck!” I muttered as I woke up with a terrible urge to pee. Glancing at the alarm clock that stood on the bedside table, I realized it was the middle of the night. My friend and I had spent the entire day together. It had begun with a quick shopping spree—at least that was what my friend had promised me, but personally, I don’t consider three hours to be quick—and was followed with a chick flick, before ending

Barbie Lez It was Sunday. Like the previous day, my relatives kept me busy all day. My aunt seemed to have run out of things to say, because she was oddly quiet. I almost asked her if something was wrong, but I feared she would start speaking again, so I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the silence. I was looking forward to a relaxing day, but my aunt’s constant talking was replaced by an overwhelming number of activates. By

Barbie Lez It was Saturday. I took advantage of my vacation to sleep in, but it was still quite early when I finally awoke. I joined my aunt, uncle and cousin in the dining room and had to refuse my aunt’s offer for breakfast about a dozen times. I don’t like to eat right after getting up because it makes me feel sick, yet my aunt did not seem to understand spiking breakfast was possible, insisting it was the most

Barbie Lez Visiting relatives is usually a daunting task and spending time with my extended family is no different. However, I had been keeping myself incredibly busy with work for the last few months and I decided to finally accept their offer to go spent the weekend at their cottage. I knew the conversation would be boring and the company bearable at best, but the thought of spending a few days surrounded by nature was a welcome change of pace.

Barbie Lez My roommate loves animals. Unfortunately, our landlord absolutely forbids the presence of any and all non-human creatures. Fortunately, my roommate is not afraid to break the rules. After all, she already owns a parrot and even used to have a rat. “I’m getting a dog!” she announced one morning. I had just gotten up and I was still groggy. It took a few seconds, but my brain eventually deciphered her words. When it did, I froze mid-step and

Barbie Lez “Have you made up your mind?” asked the pound worker as she arrived. I stopped rubbing the studly German Shepherd’s stomach and stood up. I was beginning to feel seriously guilty about wasting her time and decided it was time to put an end to this little game of mine. However, I could not very well come out and tell her I had never been panning on picking a dog. Actually, I could have, but that would have

Barbie Lez “What do you think?” asked the pound worker as she nodded to the German Shepherd that lay before me. He was sprawled on his back, with his belly exposed. I had been rubbing it for the past few minutes, but I was now standing before him. “He’s great,” I said. And it was true, he truly was a great dog, but I was starting to feel bad about lying to the poor woman. Not only was I wasting

Barbie Lez “Have you made a choice?” asked the pound worker. She had just returned from answering the phone. Of course, she had also snapped me out of my perverse fantasy, but she knew nothing of it. So I forgot about the incestuous pounding I had just witnessed in my mind’s eyes and instead focused on the real world. “I’m not sure yet,” I said. Or course, it was a lie, because I knew perfectly well I would not be

Barbie Lez I have always wanted a dog, but I assume that was made obvious by the dozens of canine-themed erotica stories I have written. However, what is unclear to most people is the reason for my love of dogs. It all started many years ago. My father has always disliked animals and categorically refused to let us have pets. But after years of us constantly bugging him, he finally gave in. However, he only agreed to let my siblings

Barbie Lez t was late at night and I was walking home. Not because I enjoyed freezing my ass off, but because I had no other choice. It was so late that the subway system was closed, so walking was my only option. Fortunately, my apartment was not that far away and only a fifteen minute walk separated me from my warm bed. Unfortunately, that meant taking a shortcut through a particularly creepy back alley. I am not usually the

Barbie Lez —Part 1— Friday evening. My friend and I had made plans to go see a movie. Unfortunately, there was something we had omitted to consider. It was the movie’s opening night and getting there ten minutes in advanced was not sufficient. The woman in the booth almost laughed at us when we asked for tickets. Apparently, it had sold out hours earlier. My first thought was to return home and watch a movie on the small screen. But

Barbie Lez I had miraculously managed to find my friend’s missing dog (See “The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 16: The Canine Threesome (Part 2)” for full details) and now both he and his brother were safely contained within my friend’s apartment. After making sure all exits were sealed, I returned to the living room where Frank and Beans were waiting for me. I felt relief wash over me when I saw both large dogs still present, but I also

Barbie Lez “Frank!” I called out as I glanced left and right. No response. “How could I have left the door open? How could I have been so stupid?” I asked myself, but soon realized there was no time to feel guilty. I had to find my friend’s dog before he had a chance to wander off too far. I called out his name another few times as I searched the nearest hiding spots I could think of. Unfortunately, Frank

Barbie Lez My friend was away for the weekend and had asked me to take care of her two dogs (see “The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 6: Two Dogs” and “The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 9: The Depressed Dog” for full details) while she was away. If you have read my other fantasies, you may recall the last time I was asked to dog sit, things did not turn out so well. Actually, they did, but they could

Barbie Lez It was almost midnight, but my friend and I were huddled up on the couch instead of being out partying with the rest of our friends. So much for the legendary Friday night I had been promised. But I could not really blame her; one of her two large dogs (see “The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 6: Two Dogs” for full details) was spending the night at the vet’s and his overly depressed brother could not be

Barbie Lez Saturday, 2:09 AM: my friend and I had just returned from a night of intense partying. We were both drunk out of our minds and barely able to stand. Somehow, we made it up the stairs leading to her apartment and miraculously managed to slide the key into the keyhole after only a few tries. Using the walls to keep us upright, we eventually made it to the living room couch. “Ahhh…” I sighed in relief as I

Barbie Lez December 31st 2013, 5:00 PM; the last day of the year! I was lying on my bed, my fingers darting in and out of my pussy when I suddenly remembered something. “Oh fuck!” I almost yelled as my fingers flew out of my cunt. I had just remembered my friend had asked me to babysit her dog. I had agreed, but since it was only a dog, I had decided feeding him would be enough. Unfortunately, that was

Barbie Lez —Prologue— Ever since she was a little girl, Barbie Lez had loved animals. In fact, her lifelong dream was to one day work in a zoo. So you can imagine just how thrilled she was when she finally landed a job at the city zoo mere days after her eighteenth birthday. Of course, she was only a night janitor, but it was a first step. But to what? Barbie herself did not know. Although she had always loved

Barbie Lez —Prologue— I’m a dog. You may wonder what breed I am, but that’s irrelevant. And even if you were to ask, I would be unable to answer. I never had parents to educate me or siblings to play with. My first memory is that of a dark, grungy back alley. I can still remember the foul stench that inhabited it when I close my eyes. It seems like a lifetime ago now. I guess that’s what happens when

Barbie Lez —Prologue— My name is Barbie Lez. What follows is a retelling of the days following my eighteenth birthday. I still find it difficult to believe everything that happened, but I assure you that everything you are about to read is true. ***Monday*** “This is it,” I thought as I awoke. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived. I was officially eighteen. An adult. As I sat up, the covers bunched up around my waist, revealing the upper half of

Barbie Lez The sun was beginning to set. Black against the orange and pink sky, a hummingbird flew. Soon nearing a quaint, ancestral home, the small bird veered off moments before reaching it. Performing a large semi-circle turn, it flew over the small stable that stood behind the residence before reaching the tall tree that stood next to the family home. Landing on a large branch that stood halfway up the tree, the bird hopped toward the nest that stood

Barbie Lez Prologue Getting old is never fun, especially when you’re a woman. Men get more distinguished. Women just get old. At least most women do. I am one of the lucky few that fall into the MILF category. When I first heard the term I was outraged. Now I relish being referred to as such. It’s all I have left. A mere four years ago I had it all. A beautiful home; a loving husband; and four lovely children.