Hello, there. Remember me? Kristin Benedict. A tall, curvy and beautiful young Black woman of Haitian-American and Mexican descent. I'm entering my second year at the University of Massachusetts in the town of Boston. I recently ended a relationship with a tall, gorgeous Black lawyer named Mary Johnson. She was a friend of one of my professors. We had what c...
The early morning light woke Bri from a sound sleep... she felt content as she relived the events of the night before. She stretched lazily and noticed the bed beside of her was empty. Was it all a dream? She lay quietly for a moment, hoping that the fantastic sex and the gentle, yet hard woman who had given it to her was more than just a dream. She heard l...
I walked into Quinn’s like I always do. Gayle, the bartender looked up and said, “Harri, I don’t want any trouble.” I said, “Look, Gayle, thirty days in jail and fifty stitches taught me a lesson. You won’t have any problems with me. Promise. Now gimme two drafts and a Guinness.” She drew the beers, and I sucked the first down as she was putting the Guinne...
As I am usually quite full of myself, this last week has been new for me. I have been wondering and questioning what happened last Saturday, and what that means for me. Still, there was no denying that I would meet that woman again. I wanted to know why she was torturing me like she was. I wanted to know what she would say or do next. I just tried to ignore...
Miriam Collier never went to work without the secure softness of a treasured scarf around her neck. The one she wore today was one of her favorites; a long silken creation which was hand painted in a wash of delicate blues and greens by none other than her dearest friend and fellow English teacher, Alice Stark. Miriam is an older woman; she turned 45 just a...
Sue groaned and rolled over when she heard the front door slam. She had awakened when Bernie did, but simply closed her eyes as he dragged himself from the bed. She was warm and cozy and really didn’t want to move because her body was sending warning signals from practically everywhere. To start with she had rug burn on her knees. Her thighs and calves were...
Sue Prescott was to all appearances an ordinary suburban housewife. She was five foot ten and blonde with large full breasts and wide hips. Her legs were long and toned and her waist was trim. Sue worked out four times a week at the local gym and ran every morning to keep her body in shape. She lived in a big duplex with a nice green yard in the center of a...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past, shortly after the events in Shari Holds a Torch. This is my entry for the 2017 Winter Holiday Contest. If you enjoyed it, please remember to vote--also, please check out my other stories featuring these two characters. As always, if butch femme pairings and large age differences are not your thing,...
Kim switched lanes and decelerated quickly while her eyes searched for some sign to indicate which exit she was approaching. She hated driving in Jersey and avoided it whenever possible. Between convoluted roads, a state government that was too idiotic to place road signs and drivers who got their licenses from a cereal box she always ended up frazzled by th...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past between a gym teacher and her former student. You might also enjoy reading Shari Holds a Torch and Shari Takes a Wife. This story features large age differences and student-teacher dynamic. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this. For everyone else...please enjoy! ***** In early October,...