San Francisco, California. Friday, 8:00 PM. I'm wiping down the counters of the bar where I work, Nut Buster's, in anticipation of the Friday nightlife. I glance in the dirty mirror near the entrance to the kitchen with a yawn; I look like hell. I'm exhausted already, and my thin white muscle top has faint stains under the armpits. I'll throw on a flannel...
To all my lovely Followers. First of all, thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my stories. I am so grateful and I really appreciate it as I try to be a better writer. This story was written very recently while my Mistress left me to go on a journey that lasted over two weeks. I wrote for her homecoming! With love and kind regards, Suzy *...
I needed a night out. My girlfriend Matia and I had friends headed to the Klitty Klub event at the Black Box, so we decided to meet them there. Matia met me at my apartment (an hour late as usual— so high maintenance) decked out in her slinkiest club gear: tight, black, and short. I was wearing my favorite engine red mini that barely covered my white lace bo...
The Real Life Diary of an All American Housewife who became a true lesbian slut. (Part 2) * Authors' notes: Again, this is not a work of fiction. I understand some can't believe such events actually happen in real life, especially those that have taken place in public. It's fine if you don't believe it, there was a time in my life I would not have believe...
Author's Note: Well, last year I did a Remembrance Day story, this year I'm paying tribute to the American side of my lineage with a Veterans Day story. It's long and the sex doesn't get started for a while but when it does, well, it lasts for a while. Big thanks go out to the super helpful editor who fixed my grammar and punctuation. Any errors in research...
"You look a bit bummed, sugar," I said to her as I wiped the bar in front of her 'space' and removed her empty shot glass, then pouring the rest of her beer into her glass. "Can't hide the obvious, I guess," she replied with a bit of a sad smile on her otherwise very cute face. "Well sweetie, once you accept the fact that 98% of all men are blatant asshole...
"Mmmm, just like that, sweetie, oh yeah, just....like....that," I whispered into his ear as he was slowly, but ever so nicely, fucking me. My fingernails were raking down his back, leaving claw marks I was sure, but, at that moment, didn't really care. Reaching to his firm butt-cheeks, I dug my nails deep into his flesh and pulled him towards me as I rose t...
As the cab rolled down St. Charles Avenue, Lisa looked out the window and wondered how people afforded to live in these grand old houses. Although many of them had been renovated and configured for apartments, as had the one April rented, many more had been kept up over the years and the breath of 'old money' seemed to flow from the buildings themselves. Lis...
In our matching gowns the five of us were as good as interchangeable. Identities are stripped away and anyone in the crowd sees you as one. I am a bride's maid. I may be friend, cousin, sister, etc. of the bride. It is one of the rare few occasions where several women are willing to submit themselves for a period of time to another woman for appropriate use....
To mark the (slightly over) one year of me submitting stories to this site, I thought I would do a Halloween special. The origins of this story began with a play on the High Plains Drifter / Pale Rider westerns, but as I began to write it up, I had a slightly better idea. So I stirred in a little sprinkle of Folk Lore and a song I was listening to on the rad...