Connie Eubanks was feeling a little low that morning, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get into her job, and constantly had to remind herself to get back to work! Even while taking phone calls, her mind would wander and she had to ask several clients to repeat what they had just said because she wasn't paying any attention! At about 11:15 her p...
LaVonne Eubanks was feeling a little low that morning, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get into her job. She constantly had to remind herself to get back to work! Even while taking phone calls, her mind would wander and she had to ask several clients to repeat what they had just said because she wasn't paying any attention! At 11:15 her phone...
It was Sunday morning, and Elizabeth and her husband John were in their Sunday best at the 9 o'clock church service. Elizabeth wore a long, floral dress, pink with blue flowers, and she had her hair plaited across her right shoulder. John was dressed in a shirt and tie, and from the neck up he looked good, like the man she remembered marrying so many years a...
The day was over; I was tired. Classes had gone well, although there were one or two students who simply didn't seem to grasp that college is another way to spell work. One of my more difficult students, Laura Buisson, the daughter of a trustee, was especially obstreperous. Her attitude of entitlement and assumption of authority—all unearned—grated on me. He...
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...
"Hi, baby, Flame is my name, what's yours?" "My name is Doris, nice to meet you!" It was Saturday night so I must be in the 'Bad Girl Bar', because that's where I went every Saturday night! I sat next to Doris at the bar and bought her a drink. She was cute, white, and had brown hair and eyes. As we talked, I guessed that she was about 25 years old, 5'4" w...
Disclaimer: Okay, this is the story that I wanted to write before I wrote the Amber and Miriam ones. I had to change it just a bit but the essence of the story remains true. I reunited with my first love, the first girl that made me experience the joys of Sapphic sex. I would tell you how we met, how we got together the first time but all of that will be imp...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers "Good morning, Christine," I said, leaning on one elbow, my body artistically draped in wrinkled sheet. She snuffled a little in her sleep, then one eye slowly opened. "Where am I - oh...yeah," she replied, a slow smile dawning on her teenaged face. "You seduced me." "Hardly," I said. "I guess we just wore each other out,...
TUESDAY It's funny the little details you notice when you are bound and naked. My bedroom's ceiling fan spun lazily, pushing cool air around the room, the breeze reminding me that my bottom was exposed and up in the air. My Thai maid, Bee, stood by the bed, wagging her pretty brown bottom next to my head. Face down, my head was turned awkwardly to look at B...
I'm a modern dance instructor, and a few weeks ago a couple showed up at my modern dance class. They were the absolute picture of ski slopes fitness, the sorts who set the pace at resorts such as Aspen and Vail. I soon learned that they were both in fact competitive skiers and were taking my advanced dance class as part of their regimen to get in shape for t...