The Mint Julep Cafe was bubbling with conversation. The table was full of slim, tan women, who all sported the same hairstyle and pastel clothing. It was the Spring Book Club Luncheon. I was on their tennis team and at that time, one of the few social activities I engaged in since we moved to the South. My quirky ponytail, black top, capris, and little heel...
Meet Nadia Poisson, a young black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the environs of Jacmel, Republic of Haiti, Nadia came to the Canadian Capital to find a better life. In her native Haiti, Nadia was an accountant working for the City of Cap-Haitien. She moved to Canada after getting canned for criticizing a powerful gen...
I watched you scan the room full of wealthy, arrogant people looking for an out of the boring conversation you were currently trapped in . A fund raising dinner for the current mayor of our small southern town, had brought out the elite of Savannah's high society. Doctor's, lawyers, politicians and business men and women made up the crowd, most of them comi...
The noise of a harp broke through the silence. In my sleep-deprived early morning mind, piecing things together in a haphazard fashion, like putting on last night's panties with odd socks and forgetting to comb my hair, I imagined heaven and angels. Out of habit, my hand reached out, catching a breast instead of a phone. It seemed a good exchange to me. I s...
Many thanks to VMKane, without her this would not exist. ***** Tailored red dress, tights (complete with seam), Forties heels and an S10 gas mask - hiding her identity and giving her a menacing presence. I'm on the bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the corner restraints. The only movement I can manage is to raise my head enough to watch her walking around t...
The next morning, Steph was the first to awake. She rolled over and eyed the small naked curled up girl that fitfully slept across the room. She was huddled as close to the wall as possible, as far away from Steph as she physically could be. Turned on by the notion that her so recently subjugated roommate was scared of her, Steph decided she'd test the bound...
Hello, there. My name is Charlene O'Brien. A five-foot-ten, lean and wiry young Irishwoman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I'm twenty years old and currently reside in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a Probation Officer with the Brockton Municipal Court system. I'm openly gay, and live alone in an apartment in Brockton's South Side. This s...
There are a lot of strange things that go through a person's mind. Take me for example. My name is Elisha Brown. In every way, I am a strong Black woman. I hold a bachelor's of science degree in the field of Business Administration from the prestigious Howard University. I'm currently working on my Master's degree in Business Administration at Boston College...
Nothing beats the feeling of two soft, warm thighs spread around your neck I think as sweet, fiery Ginny settles her knees beside my head and lowers her dripping cunt to my waiting lips. Her vivid green eyes meet mine as my tongue first catches her clit and her first moans sneak past her lips. Oh fuck Natalie...your faint breathless curses work their way thr...
Woman on woman force isn't normally thought about, it's a side-fetish at best, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. This is a collection of stories about exactly that, following a woman that is either a predator of other woman, or a target of one or more woman herself. Type of force don't really matter, the POV character must stay consistent, and may inv...