I slowly sipped my cranberry and vodka, danced in the chair to the upbeat music and tried not to be so turned on by the girls on the stage. The air conditioner behind me was chilling my wet skin, giving me goosebumps. The rain lingered in my hair, and on the plentiful curves at the tops of my breasts, but I didn't wipe them off. I was getting checked out my...
They took their places on the bed; one completely naked, the other stripped to her bra and panties. “Now, when he comes in,” she began, “I want him to see us kissing and hear load moaning. Can you do that?” The tone in the answer was firm. “Yes, I can do that.” “I’ll be rubbing you down there.” “Do you really think it’s necessary?” “It’s up to you how mu...
"I'm intrigued by you," she whispered as she pulled me in close for a hug after a swift kiss on the lips that I wished had lasted longer. She smiled and her brilliant blue-green eyes dazzled as she shot me a mischievous smile as she turned to leave the restaurant. Ever since then, this meeting has been running around my head day in and day out. Finally, she...
In all honesty, I've never been an openly accepting or versatile person. I grew up in a traditional, Christian family, and was always the pretty little blonde in the second row of pews at Sunday service. I played with my dolls, had mock tea parties, braided hair, and had sleepovers every Friday night. I was the epitome of the wholesome girl-next-door image....
I could feel her eyes on me before I woke up. Half-asleep, I lifted my head. For a brief moment, our eyes met in the dark. Her eyes glittered under dark bangs, an outlaw's hat, high cheekbones casting shadows in the dim light. Her eyes narrowed as she cocked her head, one eyebrow raised. A challenge. Was I crazy, or was that a half smile on her face? Just...
Miranda sat listening to music feeling bored. She dare not invite so-called friends over, after what happened last time, so she had to content herself with playing with her two slaves. Feebie, a school friend from the past had joined her and pet-girl, after the party, so it hadn't been all bad. The added responsibility of caring for her was easy enough, fo...
Megan was sitting in her living room watching TV. The show date room where contests searches the rooms of the people they wanted to date was on. The show was about a woman looking for the perfect Slave girl. Megan Laughed at the show. "How fake. They really want us to buy into the fact that she a real domme. Please! What you think Tiffany?" Asked Megan....
This story was wrote as a challenge, and as such there maybe some discrepancies in exactly how each character feels. The reason behind this, is simply I am male, the story is about a lesbian couple, there is no way at all that I could ever truly expect to describe what two women can/could or do feel in throws of passion. All that is left for me to say is tha...
Scarlett's shoulders ached as she pushed the stuck door open and entered the kitchen. Her girlfriend, Aria, leaned over the counter, wiping pasta sauce off the smooth granite top. A long, flowing skirt danced around her delicate legs as she cleaned. Her silk blouse danced around her shoulders. She yawned, leaning forward and stretching her smooth, slender ar...
Holly tethers my limbs to the four corners of our bed and checks the tightness of the hold. The air is cool on my naked skin. She sits down gingerly so she doesn't wrinkle her trousers. "So, the guests should be arriving soon. Do you need anything?" I flex my wrists and look up at my wife. "I need you." "Too bad, toots." "Mmm. You're getting me all hot...