The following is a continuance of a story I posted a little while ago. Not sure this really works on its own, so please take a little time to read Part 1, I hope you like it...Best wishes CC. ---------- I woke early, immediately feeling the warm weight lying over my tummy. Momentarily confused I turned and felt my face touch the soft hair of the sleeping w...
Gwen, dressed in just her charcoal sweater, knelt on Domenique's living room rug, her sweet round ass up, her smooth brown legs spread apart and her head nestled in her folded arms. She watched Domenique, still fully clothed, sitting on her chaise, sipping her spiced white wine, and roving her eyes covetously over Gwen's lovely contours. Gwen, her ass open a...
I spent several summers with my grandparents in Montana and I used to hear conversations about my aunt who lived in the area. This story is based upon those conversations. She had been known to have women visitors overnight. That was the rumor. But she was also seen to bring home the occasional man. They were never people from her own community or people he...
The rippling fire from the fireplace casted a glow over the bedroom suite as Norah sat against the metal headboard with her wrists in silver handcuffs attached to the bars. She waited in trepidation for her kidnapper to make an appearance again. Her prison was a comfortable one for the room gave off a warm and cozy feel that had a wonderful view of the city...
Susan thought of all the things that made her feel good after sex. It had to be great sex too, with another beautiful woman who was attentive to her needs, and into giving and receiving great oral, anal and some submissive stuff thrown in too. Warm fur, satin sheets, fleece lined slippers and warmed cognac. Susan desired a lover's touch as she caressed her...
The taxi ride from the Kyoto Lounge back to the hotel was hell. Trust our luck that we got a cab whose air conditioning had given up the ghost when Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher were still in power. So, the windows were down and we inhaled carbon monoxide for the forty minute journey. In the hotel suite, Ming held up her hair so I could unzip her dres...
Laura's bisexual exploration began unknowingly by helping her neighbor, Nina. Nina smiled at Laura all the time, and Laura easily missed the slight difference in Nina's grin displayed at her now as she opened Nina's door. Laura rushed through the townhouse for the bathroom, leaving her husband, Freddy, to guide Nina and her rubbery legs to the couch. The fri...
Chapter 2 : Pixie. I suppose a little scene-setting is overdue. When you came through my door, you found yourself in a bare windowless anteroom: one wooden chair, one set of drawers; plain lino floor; no pictures or mirrors; no shades on the light bulbs. To the left a door led into the headmistress' study, which did have windows but the curtains were alwa...
Author's note: This is the second part of a continuing story; but I have tried to make sure that each story stands on its own—with a beginning, middle, and a climax (or two). So, read the first section if you liked this one, but start here if you wish. Lizzie closed the door gently as she tiptoed into her apartment. She was exhilarated; she felt guilt-stric...
Meanwhile, back in Connie's apartment, a strange new adventure continues to unfold for the Lucky Eight's owner. * Over the next few days, Connie remained in the apartment. Kat came and went bringing food. She didn't want Connie around the other Devil Dykes. Their days and nights were spent in a strange, phantasmagorical spiritual/sexual union with Anacond...