AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a re-written version of a story previously uploaded in 2018. The story takes place in the past. All stories in this series take place in a time before internet and cell phones, but I leave it to you, the reader to decide what year or decade. This story reflects new content that I hope you enjoy. If you do, please check out the ot...
Like what you see? I asked the short, stocky blonde-haired and green-eyed, decidedly butch gal I'd seen eyeballing me since I walked the Eaton Center that afternoon. Sorry about that ma'am, she said shyly, her butch swagger faltering for a moment. I looked her up and down, taking in the short, spiky blonde hair, the tattoos and the myriad piercings. The gal...
"Go get our drinks." Jamie instructed Luna, raising her voice to be heard over the raucous laughter, dirty jokes, arguments, bets, long-winded stories and one-line quips. Luna raised one delicately arched eyebrow in contemptuous questioning. "Go on!" Jamie urged at her hesitation. "This kind of place doesn't do service, and we're thirsty. Aren't we, girls?"...
I'm finally able to be more submissive at this time. It wasn't always possible. You see, I was raised to be a strong Black woman. And I am Butch as well. Well that conflicts with my emerging submissive sexual desires. I like to be submissive to older White women. Talk about weird, eh? My name is Amelia Javier. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and short-hair...
4 pm at last. Lily had been working for 8 hours straight that day, exploring every type of human mouth. She wave goodbye to her last patient that day, an eighty- year old man whose surprisingly still having all of his teeth. Looking out the window, Lily find herself still feels awe while looking at the giant city of Ripsep even though she had live there for...
"You're going like that?" I ask when I see Lisa getting up from the vanity table, looking like she's just ready to sit down at it. My pretty femme, all pared down, no glossy lips like wet cherries, none of those messy, artfully tousled curls that make me think of her during sex, riding me and raking her hands through them over and over. No brilliance to her...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a re-written version of the story originally published in 2017. This story takes place decades in the past. I leave it up to you, dear reader, to decide the year. The story has been fleshed out more, and includes several more pages of content. If you enjoy this story, please take a look at the other stories about Shari and Velma. As al...
Sometimes, people say that I am a lust-filled slut. Like most Butch women. Well, I say I'm not. Being a Butch woman doesn't mean I chase anything in a skirt. I chase hot women because I want to. Pure and simple. The name is Theresa McDowell. A six-foot-tall, green-eyed, blonde-haired and alabaster-skinned Irishwoman living in the City of Nepean, Province of...
Veronique Angelus is the name. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned, voluptuous and big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. People constantly tell them I remind them of professional tennis player Serena Williams. That's cool because she's my idol. A strong Black woman. Just call me the ultimate tomboy. I'm a pre-med student at t...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past. As the reader, I leave it up to you to decide the year or decade. For starters, you might enjoy reading Shari Holds a Torch, the first story in the series. This story features large age differences, student-teacher dynamic, strap-on, and anal sex. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this....