My name is Georgia Antoine. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and delightfully voluptuous, big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Kennedy College, and currently I'm in my junior year. Life at Kennedy College is okay, if a little boring at times. That's why I make my own fun. This boring college campus is too tame...
S.L.U.T.S : Syndicate of Lesbian Unions Training School. Professor Clitoris Cuntlick, Doctor of Dildoes, Erogenous Emeritus, Dean of Postgraduate and Workplace Sex Studies yesterday delivered the First Annual Report of S.L.U.T.S. She said: "Ever since we passed the new laws which guaranteed all lesbians the right to collectively organise within their own u...
When I feel horny, most of the time, like the rest of us, I masturbate like crazy. That day, though, I had really bad. I sat in a washroom stall in the women's locker room inside the Capital University campus gym, and fingered my already wet pussy to a guilty pleasure. Got to enjoy the simplest things in life, you know? Anyhow, in case you're wondering who t...
Author's Note: So I hear you've been waiting patiently. Well, thank you very much. The Wound in Time series is back and rearing to be devoured. Hurricane Katrina had a hand in my hiatus but I'm getting back on track. So where were we? Right, chapter six. It's hot, it's fresh, and it carries on directly from chapter five. The story contains mainly F/F action...
The hazy dim interior of the bar was foreign territory to the young brown-haired woman. Why was she here? It wasn't like her to visit the bars, let alone a dyke bar. All around her women of all sorts jostled and gyrated on the dance floor. The music, a wild rock beat, made the whole place vibrate. She sat, broodily meditating her drink. She just wanted to fo...
(This takes place shortly after my story "Clothes Shopping". Once again, butches are as unique as any other woman and have their own fantasies and ideas about fun. And those can change over time.) * I was tempted to hum "Back in the Saddle Again". That really wouldn't have been classy, even though the charming young woman bent over my workbench couldn't ha...
1 (Perfect Harmony) For two months all she knew about Lean was her music. The music stoked her orgasms. Guitar in the afternoon and the piano in the dark; the lilt of French songs, the soft wail of folk hymns, light, syncopated jazz and driving, pumping blues. She also heard snippets of a voice, low and husky, sometimes snarling, sometimes rising in a fals...
Jake fled as soon as Sarah looked at him. He didn't know how long he had been frozen there, watching in a twisted mix of gut wrenching horror and unwanted arousal. He just knew he needed to escape from that room and the betrayal that had happened in it. He practically dove into his own room and slammed the door behind him. It was all he could do to just coll...
The name is Jasmine Taylor, and I'm a young Black woman originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I transferred to Spelman College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, from Bay State College, a small school located in downtown Boston, and life hasn't been the same since. Even though the Dirty South and its ways get on my nerves as an outspoken young Bla...
The sun shone brightly in the sky against the backdrop of the mountains and a few birds could be seen flying about. The view could make anyone looking at it breathe a deep sigh of contentment, but not the woman standing in front of her office window. In fact, the sigh that she gave was one of sadness - not the deep heart-wrenching kind she had sighed six mon...