Paris Waterman Part 21 All sexual acts herein are by persons 18 or older Aniah Marcie met Aniah, the teenage daughter of the couple who lived downstairs from her on coming home from shopping. Aniah was a pretty girl; soft and curvy and bookish, a polite and soft spoken eighteen-year old with just blossoming breasts, knowing eyes and a very sensual mouth....
Summary: Straight white girl is drawn into the world of interracial lezdom. This chapter begins on the same day as the first two chapters (Black Dominance: Accidental Text and Black Dominance: Addicted to Cum). That said, you would not have to read those to enjoy this story as the first two are about a white guy's journey into craving black cock, while thi...
Marsha rang up my purchases, which only totaled $350.00. I'd have a hundred and a half left to pick up a couple more things. As she handed me the change I said, "What are you doing tonight after closing Marsha?" "I have to go home and check on my hubby, but other than that I didn't have any plans." Marsha said. All evening I had been toying with the idea...
If she wasn't already feeling alienated enough being stuck in Cleveland for a late winter religious conference, the fact that Nancy had to spend the day traveling with a girl that had just taken her lesbian virginity a few hours earlier made for quite an awkward afternoon. Every gaze she met, Nancy feared the person could read the indiscretion and guilt in...
Sometimes it can be tough to find the time. * Author's Note: If you're expecting a serious story, this ain't it. I'm taking a break from goofy fairy tales and instead focusing my love of parodies onto the genre of post-apocalyptic sci-fi. There's an evil warlord, a damsel in distress, and a sword-wielding hero on a motorcycle. This story is also loosely...
Griffin lay naked on the floor in a small room in Basement Two in his father's warehouse; the only thing covering his body was Cream, rubbed all over him. The lights were dim, though Griff saw bright, flashing colourful lights and walls that seemed to be moving in waves. "Don't worry, Griff," Manny said as he pointed his smartphone, set to camera, at his br...
Liz wakes up bright and early on Saturday morning. Well, 9AM. As early as a college girl who stayed up late would hope to wake up. She stretches and yawns in her cute baby doll nightie, with her bare pussy peeking out from underneath. She does her morning routine, freshens, up, puts on a pot of coffee, and sits at her kitchen table, playing on her phone whi...
Prologue -- The older I get, the more I find myself obsessing about things. I have these overwhelming compulsions to get things done, instead of putting them off. These things that I would otherwise put off for something to do on a rainy day also have to be accomplished the correct way, with zero tolerance for mistakes. My obsessive behavior would be consid...
"Oh no, you can't have brunette-on-brunette," Jessie cut me off. "She needs to be a blond or a redhead." This conversation took place over the phone while I was at work, so I had to be cautious as to my choice of phrasing. Further complicating the matter was the fact that on just the other side of my office wall was my young, light-brown-haired employee whom...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Tired of all the games men play, two women become men hating lesbians for Valentine's Day. "Unbelievable!" Susan stormed in the house slamming shut the door. "What's the matter?" Christine poked her out of the kitchen to look at her best friend and roommate standing and seething in the living room....