Chapter Two: Your Hand, Deep Just one time, that's the deal I'd made with myself. Just an experiment, just to try it, just to see. I'd expected sex with a woman to be mildly interesting at the most. I'd expected it to dismiss all those doubts that had been bubbling under the surface, to confirm to myself that yes, indeed, I was straight as an arrow. What I...
Summary: A lonely MILF discovers her surprising lesbian side online. Note 1: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, David, and Wayne for editing. FALL OF A MILF: A Submissive Tale I was home getting dinner started when I heard the front door open, then slam shut. That was all the warning I needed; Hailey hadn't had a good day at school. She barged headlong into...
THE WORKOUT I'd been working out in my gym for about an hour, in the middle of some cool-down stretches, when I was interrupted by my sub, Holly. "I have a gift for you, Mistress Dana," she said playfully. She was right behind me. I opened my eyes and found myself looking straight up her skirt, her panty-covered pussy staring right back at me. Holly was a l...
Elena's Tales – Part 4 It had taken all summer, and well into autumn, with several visits to the stylist, but Elena had finally achieved the look she had been wanting. Standing in front of the faculty bathroom mirror, she admired her reflection as she ran the brush through her strawberry-blonde waves. "So much better than jet-black," she sighed. That exper...
I introduce this story to you all as fiction and fantasy however it draws from many of my own experiences in the fashion industry. The things taking place in this story are not to be implied or understood to have ever taken place or assumed to be "par for the course" so to speak. This story has evolved from an idea I've been previously working on and a fanta...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is noth...
Who are you? Where are you taking me? How did you know my name? What about my friend? Those were the questions that should have been circling through Carol's head. Those were the questions she should have been asking. But every time she found a moment to think straight, every time she worked up the gumption to say anything, the only sound that escaped her...
Ashley could hardly believe it. She was sitting backstage in the Greensboro Coliseum, her slim and waifish figure outlined by bright bulbs on the mirror. Perched on a stool, she was waiting for her hero -- Sigrid. "The Norse Ladykiller." "Barbarian Queen." "Lady Viking." "Huntress." No matter what name she'd wrestled under, Ashley had followed her career eve...
Although Jen had found true pleasure in the company of her peers, Annie and now Terri, she still had fantasies about that sweet young thing she and Annie had seen at the "love" shop. One day, as she was finishing up her typically domesticated housewife errands, Jen happened to drive by that same little shop and so decided to pop in to see if there was anythi...
Fiona's story. I was totally bored with my job so when Fleur appeared at the head of my queue it was a welcome distraction. We'd been sort of friends at school but had gone our separate ways since then. I don't think she ever realised it, but I had a secret crush on her for most of our school days. I admit I was a stroppy bitch in those days, probably more...