Serendipity. It was a week after Saanvi had used her black magic to both show off to me and eliminate the threat of another Tantric Baba in her 7 hour sex takeover of the established Black Magic business run by witch doctor woman Mallika (see chp. 5 of this series). To all the Indian women present the long brutal ritual was real. Both Saanvi and Mallika tr...
Chapter One Greta The rain fell with unrelenting force. It was bad, even for Aberdeen, Washington; pouring down on everything, tapping on the roof and windows. The wind howled ferociously, shaking the trees next to my bedroom window and causing the branches to hit the glass repetitively, making a loud 'tap' with every strike. Each loud sound, each clap of...
Ahead of me as I walk the street towards my favourite bar is this babe. In fact just looking at her from behind (and her behind!) I am in major lust. Oh, great goddess, I know this feeling. My trousers are getting wet, my nipples are erect and I'm gonna have to do something about it. Hey ho! Oh shit. She's walking right past the bar. Just another het tramp o...
Becky looked up from where she sat in the corner of the pub, out of the way of everyone and able to see whoever walked in. The paper was spread out in front of her, giving her something to do as she waited, but she wasn't really taking the articles in. A half-empty vodka, lemon and lime sat sweating on the TV guide, and she lazily traced a finger through the...
This is a story about a fictional character in the fictional world of Skyrim. There is NO sexuality in the first chapter. It serves to build the scenario leading into the sexual pieces. Feedback and comments would be greatly appreciated. The moons Secunda and Masser shone bright and constant on the towering city of Solitude. In the soft shadow of a modest...
"No. It'll just make you sad." I said. "Do you have this hard a time trusting everyone?" she asked me. As she took a sip of her wine, I allowed myself a quick glance to capture her pristine image: Her long brown hair cascading over her left shoulder leaving her neck exposed on her right. Her silk robe was so perfectly draped on her body, curving at her bre...
From the first time Hodan Osman laid eyes on Yolanda Jones, one fine day in the Carleton University atrium, she knew that Yolanda was something else. They were two tall, attractive young Black women from different parts of the world, yet they felt drawn to one another. Women who love women spot one another by looking into each other's eyes, that's essentiall...
When Ashley and Penny walked out of Ashley's deluxe, two bedroom apartment in the Accommodation Sydney Centre on Oxford Street across from Hyde Park to take a short taxi ride to the East End, a light, late spring breeze caressed their cheeks and tousled their hair slightly as it came off the water from the harbour. It was a glorious day. The sun was shining....
HER OWN PERSONAL MARY I. Theological Dialogue My name is Myriam, and I am from Ireland, and I proudly belong to a generation which considers religion to be utterly backward and irrelevant. This is the story of my first lesbian experience, an experience in which my lack of religiousness played an essential part and changed me completely as a person. I met...
It was a hot day in Florida, the kind you can only spend outside. As humid as it was, the sun was shining and Sarah planned on spending the day working on her tan. She loved the sunshine her house got from the day she'd moved in; it was a far cry from the suburb outside Chicago she grew up in. Her house was perfect for her, not too far from the beach or her...