"Hello? Miss? Anyone in there?" "Huh?" She was back in the grocery store, staring down at the faded black of the conveyor belt. In front of her was a large, irate customer. She looked down to find the belt overloaded with cans. The customer was tapping his foot and pointedly staring at his watch. "Sorry, sir," Cassie said, as she began to swipe the cans a...
The Color Of Truth When Domenique Louisa Esposito was a little girl, her real name was Domenica and her pops used to leave her at his strip club when he needed a baby sitter. Pops and Momma Esposito, A K A Tony and Lala, in spite of running a clean, reputable business, lost favor with the families in their Italian and Polish neighborhood once they found out...
Back at Laura's House Marcie and Jane waited in the drive while Laura parked the car in her garage. The garage was just too narrow for anyone but the driver to get out of once inside. Jane was visibly nervous as they waited for Laura to let them into the house, leaning against the brick wall and adopting a phony pose while trying to look casual. She had...
At the end of the staff meeting on Monday morning my boss, the principal Miss Robins, took me to one side and told that she had chosen me to accompany her to s special management workshop. "It's only a day, but rather than drive back that night I thought we could drive up the afternoon before, stay in the hotel and drive back the morning after," she smiled...
I keep visiting lots of online forums and chatrooms related to sex and lesbians, to meet like-minded people and find out more about myself. There, I met Martina. She's 9 years older than me and bored in her marriage, so while looking for a new rush she tried to find out how it would be with a woman. We liked each other right away and were both noobs in the...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor and no, I do not want an editor. If that bothers you, then quit reading. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category,...
Melanie gasped, but didn't overtly protest, which is when I knew I had her. "He wants to do what?" she asked, a bit of disbelief in her tone. The situation probably did seem a bit surreal to her. After all, here I was, the 19-year-old trophy wife (let's say Heather Smith, for those interested) proclaiming that I had an open relationship with my 35-year-old...
A massage is meant to be therapeutic. The best therapy is sex. Therefore, the best massage therapy is a sensual massage. For normal, upstanding women, finding a sensual massage is next to impossible. I prefer massages by women. Actually, I have never paid for a massage by a man. That's a whole different story. Nonetheless, this story is about a woman massag...
There she was again, strutting into the kitchen like she owned the place, dressed in her usual outfit, a pair of torn bikini panties and an old bra. Brenda kept her eyes focused on Karen, pissed off just at the sight of her, wishing she could wipe the smirk off the bitch's face right then and there. Brenda was wary when Tracy had asked her whether her siste...
The Cayman Islands were so beautiful this time of year, and the weather was really perfect. Much better than in the heat and humidity of the summer. Or so Christina had been told by the hotel staff, anyway. The weather was great, true...a nice cool breeze came in right off that perfect azure-blue glassy sea, and it blew through her hair as she sat quietly at...