I'm a hot bitch. After being called a bitch enough, I've come to accept the term with a sort of pride for always getting what I want, and the hot part? Well, I've always been hot. I used to go on to chat rooms just to describe myself in all honesty, and have people doubt that was possible: blond, 5'6", size 34D (isn't that what guys just love to hear?), and...
For over two hours that night, we sat in each other's arms, making out and watching the flashes of lightning and listening to cabin shaking rumbles of thunder while we waited for the downpour that never happened. Eventually we drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened shortly after sunup Tuesday morning by our friendly crows that seemed agitated about some...
My name is Amy Jensen. My friends call me A.J. for short. This is my tale of raunchy fun in the big city. I'm a six-foot-two, busty and big-bottomed, sassy red-haired White woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am an Officer with the Community Police Department. I work traffic duty. Basically I'm handing out tickets to everyone who g...
© 2013 Please do not reproduce this original work in any form without written permission from the author. * I wonder what she's doing right now. It's 8 p.m. on the East coast, so her conference is over and she'll have eaten dinner by now—probably with Melissa. I know they haven't seen each other lately, so my love will have enjoyed spending time with her...
"What the hell is this?" I say when I see what's lying on the table. I had sauntered over for a beer and to give a quick glance at the box, just to see if Lauren had decided to indulge me with a Segal- or -Van Damme action flick, or went instead with a cheesy, romantic chick flick that would either put me to sleep, or, best case scenario, put her in the mood...
You know what it's like in the morning after one of those funky parties, the dawn light coming in through the windows to show the stains on the cracked walls, the assorted crap scattered on the wooden floor, a fat butch sleeping with her mouth open, the girl beside her with torn nylons and a face smeared with mascara and lipstick, maybe a dozen other women l...
Chapter 5: Rachal passes her test Rachal lay back on the bed, grunting incoherently as Lana thrust the thick phallus inside her and then withdrew. "Oh fuck," she gasped yet again, pushing her hips up to meet the wonderful intruder and throwing her head back onto the pillow. Her session with Mimi had been an experience to remember—the redhead had been so i...
Some years ago in Rhodes, I participated in a three-day seminar mounted by a big Greek company of accounting software. It was a really interesting seminar but the most interesting thing was that there I met Vivian. She was from Athens, an accountant too, tall and thin, older than me but very sweet. We felt comfort together since the very first moment. Though...
* Chapter One * The new years Eve party to which Sue and Jennifer had been invited was in a luxurious harbour-front mansion on the north side of the city. The rolling lawns led directly to the water's edge, and a jetty protruded into the harbour. Chanelle Ludovic's women-only new year's eve parties were legendary throughout the lesbian community. The mansi...
The salmon croquettes were all seated on their individual beds of lettuce, a Warhol-esque display of edible repetition. Ryan had lost count, and was starting over, ensuring accuracy before they went out into the dining area. She nodded to the servers, "Take it." Ryan surveyed the domestic kitchen--it surpassed any restaurant kitchen she'd ever worked in. S...