It was officially Reading Day: the day between the final day of classes and the first day of final exams. The library was absolutely packed with students trying to finish the projects and research papers they had kept putting off throughout the semester, and the tiny study rooms were all occupied. It was not until I had reached the seventh and highest floo...
Catalina Saint Vincent is my name. I'm a five-foot-eleven, quite curvy and delicious big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Many people accuse me of being naïve because I've led a somewhat sheltered life. That's not true. I'm the most down to earth and realistic person you wi...
I know it's been a while since I published but we had a hectic lockdown and summer. This is a departure for me. I was inspired by a comment from Maonaigh about creating a story featuring Angel and her Sorceress. I was then further inspired by Angel herself and, of course, my wonderful wife Jodie. Very special thanks go to "my little Indian friend," eyehawk,...
Note: All characters and events that are included in this story are completely fictional. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older. Comments and Feedback are always appreciated! Enjoy! ***** The sun shined brightly through the window blinds as the sounds of birds chirping echoed throughout Keely's bedroom. Slowly, Keely opened her eyes...
Emily checked her reflection in the mirror after she finished drying her hands. Her makeup needed touching up and she took out her lipstick. It was five minutes past five and the ladies toilet was half full. Three women stood in front of the mirror doing much the same as her, putting on lipstick, applying more rouge or just brushing their hair. She ran a bru...
Please go read part 1 through 5 before reading this... * Jennifer and I continued seeing each other through late May of that year. I couldn't tell you how many times we slept together; all I know is I had more sex with her than I did with some of my boyfriends. At times I had considered making things more permanent with each other by coming out to our fami...
This is a highly embellished account of something that happened to me during a recent cruise holiday. As with most of my stories, there is quite a lot of 'scene setting' (during Days 1 and 2) before any real action takes place. I intend this series to follow a range of scenarios over a period of 10 days (time permitting), beginning with a lesbian seduction...
Karen was setting in her car in the parking lot next door to he massage parlor. Her best friend had told her about it a month ago, right after she had discovered it. Her friend Sandy was thirty-five and newly divorced like herself. "You have to try this place. That's all I'm saying." And try as she might, that was all Sandy would tell her but she did ask if...
Meanwhile, back in Connie's apartment, a strange new adventure continues to unfold for the Lucky Eight's owner. * Over the next few days, Connie remained in the apartment. Kat came and went bringing food. She didn't want Connie around the other Devil Dykes. Their days and nights were spent in a strange, phantasmagorical spiritual/sexual union with Anacond...
Helen Davison walked into the main concourse of the airport and headed purposefully for the check-in area. She was quite an attractive woman with deep hazel eyes, rounded cheek-bones, a button nose and full lips. She wore her long, blonde hair loose and it hung below her shoulders. She wore a well tailored, black trouser suit, a dark purple blouse and on he...