INTRODUCTION: It is the most beautiful form of universal love that ever existed. That love is Lesbian Love. Lesbian Love is the most beautiful art form in the world. There is nothing more beautiful than to see two or more women together engaging in the fine art of female homosexuality. Whether it is the soft and tender kiss of two women together in bed...
"Oh god Carla you do me so good, yes, yes, yes suck me lick me, it feels so good." I was into something good. I had my face buried in Laurie's cunt along with two fingers. I wanted to shove my whole face inside her. I felt so fortunate to have this sweet things sex pushing back so hard against me. We had been lovers for two weeks and Laurie is so beautiful....
As Susan paid her fare and climbed out of the taxi she thought about her imminent meeting with a mixture of both anticipation and trepidation. Dressed in a smart grey pinstripe business jacket and knee length skirt carrying a slim document case, she briskly went up the broad steps to the large rotating doors of the hotel entrance, her stiletto heels clacking...
Marina Randell sat in her room lazily daydreaming about the new caretaker her father hired. Kenneth Randell was a wealthy man with an extensive estate. He was constantly away on business trips. Kenneth knew between the media and the envious herd of people, among other things, that his daughter needed someone to take care of her and keep her safe, so he hired...
I hadn’t planned on being in such a rush but sometimes the universe works against you. The taxi cab I took home from work waited while I collected my luggage and carry-on bag. I paid the driver an extra twenty dollars to rush me to the airport so I could catch my flight. The cab driver really must have appreciated the extra large tip. Not to mention the fli...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 9 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MORNING BANTER TO BRING THE WEEK TO A CLOSE 9 and I awoke aroun...
Disclaimers: None really. All mine, sex, love, rock 'n roll. Hope you like it. It's sure been a while. Love feedback, please send me some. *** The wailing cries of the baby were slowly driving her insane. She had fed him no more than an hour ago so it couldn't possibly be that he was hungry again. He was just like her husband, she grudgingly thought, alw...
* If you haven't read the first chapter, Rose broke her marriage vows by having an affair with another woman who had become a widow. Rose admits she murdered her husband and went to trial and she tells the jury and court room audience her story. * Rose Belvedere Ashton did not want to look back, for it felt as if she was physically moving back in time to r...
This is my entry into the Valentine's Day story contest. It is a tale that takes place in the high fashion industry, and how love sometimes finds people in places and ways they never expected. * Sally Hemmings sat looking at the Valentine card that had been left on her desk before she arrived at work that morning. It was very beautiful and ornate, and smel...
As many other times before, I woke up that morning completely soaked in sweat. As I stood up to head to the kitchen for a glass of water, I noticed my gorgeous husband, Joe, lying in our bed. He was completely oblivious to the feverish, sexy dream that I had just had. They were always the same... Some unknown woman had climbed in to my bed and seduced me in...