****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is a work of fiction and all the characters are completely fictional. In particu...
Wake up to the alarm today, Miss Perkins needs more sleep to get up first I guess. Then I am getting a kiss from Miss Perkins and quite happy. Course then Alexis is asking if I can get her off again so am getting pushed toward her. So do what any lesbian would with a woman she will lick, I kiss her and put a hand to her breasts. Get pushed off but she is gi...
Chapter Four: Responding to touches with the crop It was the third day of the Ponygirl Instruction course. All the girls stood up as Miss Cathy walked into class right after the nine o'clock bell. As the rule prescribed, they had stripped out of their tops. The teacher glanced at Sabel, sitting so shiny and pretty on the first row, and smiled at the thought...
Looking back there were so many turning points in our lives but for me sexuality, and sex in general and its effect on our friendship and the different ways love developed became important in the autumn of the year we turned eighteen. I'm not talking about the "kids fooling about" stuff but the powerful sort that attracts and repels, the sort that drives you...
Well hey, where do I start. Okay, my name is Gale, named after my grandmother who I adore and is a fantastic woman, when she was my age she was a real beauty, even though I still think she's beautiful in a very mature and sexy way. But this is about an experience that she helped me with that changed my life as well as hers. First let me describe myself to y...
My name is Nichole and I’m twenty-nine years old. What happened in the last year has changed my life completely. I’m a fairly descent looking woman ; I worked at a company that had a great gym where all employees worked out on a daily basis. I was really into it; I’m 5’ 6” tall and 110#‘s with shoulder length dirty blond hair and gray eyes; also my breasts a...
You probably haven't heard of the Isle of Sula. Not unless you're one of the eco-tourists who come trekking oot here, or one of the estimated 27,000 members worldwide of Clan MacCuilish. That's about 15 times the current population of the island, probably no more than 40 of whom were born with the MacCuilish name. Basically, we're a tiny wee island towards t...
The front door opened with a slam, and Erin stumbled through the door while carrying groceries with both hands. Her legs felt heavy, as if they were weigh down by lead, and she had trouble keeping her eyes open. The medium length wavy, dark brown hair on her head that was tied in a bun was now matted and in partial disarray. "Ohhhhhh..." moaned Erin in disc...
For the most part, Song was an open book. She let me know exactly how she felt, even at times when it was not easy to hear. However, there was one aspect of her life she kept from me at the beginning of our relationship. This is the story of how the secret was revealed. During the first two months of our relationship, Song and I saw each other three or four...
For mile after mile of beautiful, New York state roads, two co-workers, Beatrix and Emily traveled together in complete and utter silence. One of the two, she with charcoal-colored hair, anxiously tightening her fingers and palms around the steering wheel of the car in which they rode. The other, the one with long, straight golden locks, sat in an equal st...