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Doctor Catherine Pt. 03 - Lynda

by Robingreen678 on Oct 5, 2020
Lesbian Sex

This story, and all my stories, contain real and fictional characters from long ago memories and from recent events in my life. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by nature in most relationships, sometimes extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories and please comment, t...

White Woman Dominates Black Females

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Hey, there. My name is Catherine Burning and I'm a five-foot-nine, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a real estate agent by day and a BDSM fanatic and interracial domination enthusiast by night. I live in my mansion with my assorted slaves, a group of women whose only ambition in life is to serve me. Sexu...

Race Play Ch. 18

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

My name is Shamika Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, square Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I run a shelter for immigrants and refugees known as the House of Life. I wear glasses, I'm somewhat curvy, with big tits and a big round ass. I also wear glasses. I'm in my forties and still not married because nobody can stand having me around. I'm yo...

Black Canadian Women are Submissive

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Hey, there. My name is Heather. I'm a short, slim, blonde-haired and green-eyed white chick living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a student at Carleton University, majoring in business. I'm also a closet lesbian who's into some wicked fun. What kind of fun am I talking about? The unique fun of taking a strong, modern-day Black woman and enslaving her se...

Black American Princess

by Samuelx on Sep 11, 2017
Lesbian Sex

There is so much fun to be had in the world of sexual play. Seriously. My name is Nina Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I love Black women. I've always been into them. Caucasian chicks don't do anything for me. When I came out as queer in college, I w...

Gina Continues Ch. 05

by Goldeniangel on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Gina opened the door at the first knock to find Lauren standing there with an indignant and angry look on her face. "Where did you get those pictures?" she demanded, "I want all of them, right now, and I want them erased from your camera." "Now, now," said Gina, still smiling broadly, "You're not really in any position to be making demands. I have a whole...

The Passion of Rita and Lydia Ch. 01

by Sapphicgranny on Dec 3, 2019
Lesbian Sex

Saturday I'm a young lesbian just turned eighteen-years-old and I for the last couple of years all of my erotic fantasies have been about being sexually dominated by an old woman. I have masturbated wildly imagining how I was seduced into total servitude and complete obedience by a strict Mistress old enough to be my grandmother. I have watched lovely elder...

Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 16

by Samuelx on Sep 11, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Kimberly Clinton is the name. A kinky, fun-loving and decidedly chubby dyke living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Criminal Defense Attorney at a large firm. By night, I'm something else entirely. And I'm here to demonstrate the wonders of Interracial Lesbian BDSM with my sexy African-American girlfriend, the dominant Black goddess known...

Lesbian Chat Leads To More Ch. 02

by jill_gates_writer on Sep 15, 2017
Lesbian Sex

"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...

Cindy

by Cre8tiveBliss on Sep 15, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I knocked on the door, lightly, hoping against hope that it would not be answered. Cindy greeted me, smiling sweetly, with a typically unaffectionate kiss on the cheek, then took my coat and placed it in the closet. She turned back to me and smiled again, but this time it was one of her phony half-smiles that were always trite and contrived. She was wearing...