Lesbian (white female v. black female)

The White Queen’s Rook entered first. An armoured colossus, housing armed warrior women, it moved to the black square designated a1. Next to them, towards b1, rode the proud White Queen’s Knight on her mighty charger. The Bishop was next, positioned between the Knight and her mistress, the White Queen.

Strong and imperious, the Queen’s face was pale as alabaster, but she glowed with a proud beauty. The White Queen stood on a square of her own colour. Next to her, stood her weak ‘husband’: The White ‘King’ was a butch-looking diesel dyke, but yet she was little more than a figurehead. Even so, her defeat would lose his side the battle. Her women had to protect her at all costs.

The White King’s advisor, the Bishop, stood to the right of her butch mistress. Beside her, the White King’s Knight rode into position as proudly as had the Queen’s Knight before her. Onto the final white square of the first rank rumbled the White King’s Rook and its armed contingent.

The first rank were all in place. In front of them trudged the cannon fodder. Eight poorly dressed and poorly armed female pawns. They looked nervously, but lustfully, across the battlefield as their counterparts, eight equally poorly dressed black women took up their positions in the distance on the seventh rank.

Behind the black pawns, the rest of the black women’s fighting entered.

The Black Queen stood facing the White Queen from the eighth rank, also on a square of her own colour. Brave and beautiful, she felt herself to be more than a match for any white woman.

Beside her, on square c8, stood her advisor, the wise Black Bishop, her greying hair contrasting with her ebony skin. Next the Black Queen’s Knight, a brave warrior woman, with a snorting black mare gripped between her thighs. On square a8, the Black Queen’s armoured Rook held more of her female troops.

To the Black Queen’s left, stood another butch dyke, the Black ‘King’. As weak as her white counterpart, the King needed protecting at all costs. If she was into a corner, the game was lost.

Advising her was the Black King’s Bishop, another wise woman cleric. The Black King also had a female warrior Knight. And finally, she too had a contingent of Amazonian warriors ready to do battle from their armoured Rook.

All of the pieces were in place. A hush descended over the battlefield. Then the white controller ordered the first move.