Twelve While Samba was occupied with Eva, Valera had reached her hut and found it empty. At first she thought that the leader could be busy with something; but as time went by, she began to think that Samba had forgotten their appointment. Perhaps she was with one of her lovers? The girl felt confused: Samba had asked her to come – why would she go with ano...
Slipping away un-noticed, I stepped quietly along the corridor and tapped on the Black Room door. It was now just before 2 am. Linda's voice sounded familiar, but lacked her usual air of confidence as she invited me in. When I walked through the door, Linda was standing against the opposite wall with her hands behind her waist. She looked tense. She had cha...
This story takes place in the immediate aftermath of 'Bath Night Revisited Ch. 04,' but it's not necessary to read that story first in order to enjoy this one, as they include a mostly different cast of characters! ***** Ashley Turner paused at the entrance of the building. She knew that she could still change her mind and return to campus if she so chose....
Introduction Hi all. It's me again, Charley the (almost) full-time lezzie. Well, I've been full-time for ten years now, so perhaps discount that "almost". Do minor, childish slips really count? Isn't there a statute of limitations on just everything nowadays? What's the odd youthful admission of taking a cock or three when a girl was on the lowest slope of...
The aged door of the mansion creaked on its rusty hinges as Vera pushed it open, thunder cracking and lighting up the clouded sky as rain poured overhead. It spattered audibly on the cracked flagstones that made up the pathway leading to the entrance of the long abandoned building, through disheveled plants and out of control weeds that choked the once elega...
Chapter One (October 2001, Lancashire) Lorna was early into her third and final year of a mathematics degree and would soon be celebrating her twenty-first birthday. Her chosen subject suited her down to the ground and she was on course to get first class honours. Indeed everything in her life so far had been smooth as silk. Yet suddenly here she was, kne...
Everyone in this tale is over 18. It is set in pre-revolution France, in a time even less enlightened than today. * Celine was a slut. Not a witch -- she didn't believe in them, anyway -- stuff of fairy-tales, old hags in silly hats flying around improbably on broomsticks. But a slut, she certainly was, and unashamedly so. She tossed her lovely mane of aub...
I followed the mistress into the low stone room, behind me followed the slavegirl.. Dressed in an extremely tight & small French maid outfit, made out of some artificial fabric that looked & felt like a cross between silk & plastic. About her hung the pleasing odour of sexual need & her slippery inner thighs squelched as she trotted after us. Her ankles were...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * "I said, I've sold you." I'm Louise. I'm five foot six, auburn hair, green eyes, and a fairly shapely figure. I've just gotten home from work. The trim blond, five foot three Tammy was waiting in my townhouse . We've been dating for over a month, I gave her a house key. She's...
Preface Part four of four. More good stuff. Probably need to read parts one, two, and three first to get the gist of all this. FIVE YEARS AND FOUR DAYS - DAY FOUR (and FIVE) -- MORNING— JESS The phone woke me up. I blinked and looked at the clock -- it was just about 10 in the morning. I shifted my legs as they felt a little sore, prompting me to fully...