They don't call me the Angel of Death for nothing. It's a job that has little to no requirements, other than to kill those who need it, want it, or deserve it. It's not a hard job, though I do complain a lot to my new dead friends that I won't see any more once they reach the receptionist at the pearly gates. I will miss you, Janet. She was the only one who...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age. ***** "It's cool, right? We cool here, right?" Ray Richards asked as he pulled his still dripping cock out of Deanne Williams' slimy pussy. The eighteen year old student giggled as she looked at his white penis and shrugged. "Yeah, it ain't nothing b...
This is a continuation of a previous story titled "Introduction to Lesbian Prostitution." Part of it is true. There is a woman I know who runs a matchmaking service for bisexual women and lesbians, I have named her Lynne which is, of course, not her real name. She charges a fee for this service which technically makes it an escort service and frankly, in the...
"I am expecting her, pet. Please show her in. And quit hiding. My slut should be proud to display her naked body to my friends." "Hey, it's good to see you again, Kim!" Sam exclaimed when she walked past me without a second glance, seemingly ignoring my nakedness. I saw that she was wearing tight shorts that bared the bottom curve of her ass. Her T-shirt wa...
Eleven That's how old I was when I realized that while all my friends were starting to talk about boys, all I could think about were girls. I was twelve when I learned that there was a word for people like me...lesbian. I learned other words later on and they were rarely in a positive light. It wasn't until I was fourteen that I kissed another girl, under...
Notes & Disclaimers: This story is set in a land far, far away where unsafe sex has no consequences; a land where HIV/AIDS, Hepatitis and other STDs don’t exist. PLEASE DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME! It is fiction...it is FANTASY! This story is a work of FICTION! None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produc...
"I didn't hurt your arm, did I?" Linda asked, slightly worried over her dominating behavior, yet feeling like she just wanted to mount the other woman right then and grind her ass into the woman's face. Smiling slightly, Carrie shook her head, finally regaining her balance. "No," she said, reaching down to pull her pants up, "Sometimes, it's good to be domi...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. - I would welcome comments from all readers, for this my first post. I have been experimenting for sometime and built a limited catalogue of stories I am ready to offer for criticism. I do hope you enjoy this first piece and I look forward to posting later stories for your opinio...
Tara Myers picked up her five year old son from kindergarten and tried to listen to him chatter about his day as she drove to retrieve the baby from her mother's, but her mind was not on crayons and playground adventures. Rae had not called last night. All night long, Tara had lain on the uncomfortable fold-away bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to convi...
When the alarm woke us at 7, Cathy kissed me hungrily, but then pulled back and looked at me seriously. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Unless you want to spend the day babysitting, Kevin, I need to introduce you to the staff at the daycare, so that you can pick him up in the afternoons. And, I'm a poor helpless woman of great girth, who could use some help in the sh...