The bustle of life on the college campus always peaked just after finals. Students who had spent their last couple of weeks locked away in their dorm rooms or the library and stuffing all the knowledge of a semester into their heads at once finally emerged to face the sunlight and celebrate another successful term. Sherry was just another student on her way...
This story was inspired by my beautiful internet friend and lover, Tiffany. Tiffany really is as sensuous and desirable as described here and this story emerged out of a shared fantasy. Only the names have been changed. We would love to get feedback from readers. Please email any comments, suggestions, and ideas direct. I had been rather troubled of late b...
When I come home from work, the gin and tonic awaits me on the coffee table: two ice cubes, the lime already squeezed into the drink to flavour it. A Bach harpsichord piece (something from the Well-Tempered Clavier?) is playing quietly. Kimmy doesn't come out yet. She knows I want a few minutes alone first, to sink into the sofa, kick off my pumps, sip my dr...
Kym's nerves were shot and she could feel herself shaking as she held out her glass for more poison. White wine always relaxed her. She could feel the muscles in her inner thighs begin to loosen, though occasionally they contorted as she pressed them hard together. If she sat in just the right way, and closed her legs with just the right amount of pressure,...
Donna kissed me back, enthusiastically, and I felt my body responding to her, much as I had to Mira. My nipples hardened against her soft skin, brushing up against her equally stiff nipples, pink like mine. Her hands stroked the nape of my neck, and my upper back, while my hands slipped down to her round ass cheeks. Brushing over the strap of the dildo she w...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * Unexpected problems and unexpected hope. Marina was a shy young girl of 22 years old. She grew up in provincial Russian city of Rostov. She finished school there and three years ago moved over the ocean to United States. Now she was living in city of Bothell, which was part of...
The fascination of Elizabeth's conversation lingers, even these many years later. As I write, I am transported back to that Hall where I sat on a velvet covered mini-throne opposite the Great Queen. Wherein lay the fascination? The Sultan himself asked me later, but neither in my dispatches nor in my oral report, could I quite capture the charm and charisma...
Paris was our garden of ecstasies. One evening we find a girl-bar in Rue Mouffetard, a lesbian cellar, dank, dark, noisy, crowded with university students. older butches in full drag, baby dykes with rings in their nostrils, a drummer and two guitarists on a small stage, women of course, the musicians wearing tight striped tank-tops that barely cover their...
I felt his hand slide up under my skirt and cup my right ass cheek. I glanced over my left shoulder and gave Dave an encouraging grin. I prefer to wear thongs, so I could feel the warmth of his palm against my bare flesh. I wiggled slightly against his hand, but not enough to make our party guests suspicious. It was a small gathering, just three other coupl...
The ideas I put to Will were ones I had mediated on hard. The arrival of my new love, Jess, had not meant that my initial love, Svetlana, the woman from Rus who had arrived in the Seraglio with me and the Circassians, was out of the picture. The Sultan loved her gorgeous figure, and her personality was far more pleasing than that of her rivals. But she had...