OK. This is a work of fiction yada,yada, yada. If you don't know the drill, you have no business reading this. Constructive comments are appreciated. "You suck!" comments get you laughed at as an immature loser. Anyway, without further ado, enjoy. Lesbian, BDSM, Reluctance, non-consent ***** Tara: We relaxed and turned the conversations to lighter topic...
Beatrice Dawson is the name. I'm a tall, curvy and dark-skinned, beautiful Black woman in her mid-forties living in the city of Atlanta, Georgia. I am a professor of African-American Literature at Spelman College. These days, life is cool. I recently left my husband Dwight after I caught him cheating on me with a skinny white woman half his age. Twenty years...
I was always shy. Even had I not been shy I wouldn't have great opportunity to be promiscuous. I was plain. Neither my breasts nor buttocks protruded immensely, and my stomach wasn't concave or muscular. I had plain hair, not extraordinarily bouncy or shiny. I was plain. I had only had sex once, in high school. It was more of rape than sex, but I never said...
I turned my head and said "That's the third time she's been past." Mistress Sheena smiled enigmatically and commanded me to continue. With both hands on one breast, I raised the nipple to my mouth and with my long, studded tongue traced around it, then sucked it into my mouth. I caught the eye of the woman below....held it and moved one hand to my naked cunt...
I woke up with a pounding heartbeat. Today was the day. After a long hiatus, it was time. My name is Megan and that's the only detail I will ever share. On the surface I'm pretty much your regular soccer-mom. I have a great family, a home and the whole nine yards. But a lesser known fact is that I'm a closet Bi-sexual. For the past few years I've been living...
*Based on a true story* I remember it all very clearly because I never imagined something like that would happen, especially to me. It was a normal Tuesday morning. I got up late, rushed through my morning routine and quickly ran to campus. I went to class and afterwards I went to the office. I am the chief editor of my university newspaper. Nothing ou...
THE THIRD SESSION After their interlude on Saturday, Karen returns a few days later to continue with her therapy sessions. Valerie is curious about her involvement with Janine, a detective they saw on the other side of the street on Saturday night and once again Karen is happy to oblige. Dr. Valerie Warren stared out the window as Robbie backed her car out...
This story contains graphic lesbian sex, as well as supernatural elements.When it comes to the sex; consent is not explicitly given, but the sex is, fundamentally, consensual. Thanks to Ez for a bit of proof-reading! * Like a log of timber I fell down onto my bed and, after some fussing around with limbs that didn't quite want to do my bidding, I eventual...
Chapter 8 - Amber's Life in Shreds, Diana to the Rescue Diana lifted up her legs as Paul slipped her panties down her thighs and over her knees. With a little kick of her foot, she flung them across the room and giggled as she nearly kicked Paul in the face in the process. She loved watching him crawl up between her outstretched legs, his stiff cock jutti...
I strongly suggest you read the earlier chapters of the series, as they provide important context about the characters and themes of the series. ********** I could not believe I was in this position, licking the crotch of this middle-aged doctor who only a few minutes before I had been interviewing for my research study on BDSM activities between women. I...