Female Ejaculation and Lesbian - by Polly+Anna (1184 words) Orange Walk Films #2 and #3 (1/23/20) Saturday - November 14, 1993 This story begins 11/12/1993 the day after the youngest of us turned 18. We received an excellent classical education at the New River Academy where we were taught the old-fashioned concept that sex was the act of inserting a peni...
The ox drawn cart had just pulled into the city in front of the 8th Street produce market. Immediately the slaves rushed to haul the crates of fruits and wheat from the cart's bed to deposit the contents into the market's bins. The merchant stood barking at passers by that fresh fruit and produce was available at reasonable prices. His bin filled to overflo...
There was a buzz in the office today. Well, when I say office, I mean myself and a team of two others. As Founder and Creative Director of a growing jewellery label, my staff included a 20-Something Sales/Marketing Manager who guided our expansion into retail and online stores nationally and an even younger Office Manager who ran the business like it was her...
Panic! Somewhere inside there's panic; it's trying to get out but there's a tongue still lathering my arse that's got my attention right now and the orgasm that it's giving me is overwhelming any kind of argument that my normal self might be trying to put forward. Nobody has ever even played with my arse before, and for the dozenth time in the last two days...
By Emma Yates-Fourier The snow crunched beneath the tires as the cars wove intricate patterns across the parking lot. "How bad is it here when the snow falls?" Ed had only been in Baltimore three months and this was the first appreciable snow fall, even though it was late in the season. "It depends on where you live or are driving to", Steve answered dryly,...
I met Kay years later again, upon adulthood at a mutual friend's wedding whom we had known for years; quaint, at a big blue house on the edge of a canyon in the sleepy cool spring in the foothills of California. Being face to face with this girl after so much time apart was awkward, she had been scrawny when we were younger. Now she was filled with the vol...
The name is Marion Brown. I'm a six-foot-three, kind of heavyset and big-bottomed yet good-looking young black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Riddick College and these days, life is okay. I'm having a lot of fun these days. Simply put, things couldn't be better. I am immersing myself into the BDSM lifestyle and to be ho...
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...
Empires are, I think, male. They thrive on aggression, ambition, and a desire for riches and power. I like what riches bring, but I can sleep in only one bed, live in only one place and eat only one meal at a time. There is something in the drive for Empire I do not understand. I think that like the male sex drive it is to do with possession and the instant...
WEDNESDAY 3:00 PM: For over a year, Mistress' trusted K-street lobbist had worked to close a lucrative government contract for her, and the deal had finally been closed. Grant had been to her home many times during the negotiations, and never had she hid her lifestyle from him. He met all eight of her Petgirls at one time or another, usually as nude waitres...