Kat woke even before her alarm clock rung, with a gasp of anticipation. Sunday morning. The best goddamn fucking morning of the whole week. She began getting ready for church easily, without haste or worry. She hadn't missed a visit to the Lord's Temple in five years, and by now she knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly which tight dress she...
The first time I touched a woman, it came more naturally than I could have ever imagined. None of my fears of being repelled by the female body, of being awkward, of not knowing what to do, were realised, and instead, I found myself taking control, asking if I could kiss her, my hands moving with a familiar ease over her soft, womanly curves, taking off her...
After returning from San Francisco, Grace and Michelle had every intention of seeing each other again soon. But somehow it never seemed to happen. Michelle got busy with school just as Grace got busier at work. While their schedules were the direct reason, neither made it a huge priority either. Michelle met a guy at a college party shortly after getting h...
Dedicated to the Claire in the story. You know who you are. Thank you for the thought. Thank you too to DeliciousThoughts (member id 1263782) for the edits. The title, by the way, is a coincidence. ***** This is a story of interracial lesbian sex, of domination and control without the paraphernalia that goes with the routine found in most literature of thi...
As the light streamed through the windows, Rachel slowly stirred to the new day. It had been a long night and her thoughts were a little muddled from the previous day. She slowly pulled the covers away to reveal her taught body, she was feeling very excited. Had she really been there? She let her hands drift to her thighs, gently caressing them, feeling her...
The room was not very large, maybe 12 feet by 18 feet. It had a cathedral ceiling sloping upward, 12 feet at the low end, almost 20 feet at the top, with a large skylight. It was mostly empty, which surprised Shelby. Several chairs, a padded sawhorse with ring bolts at the four corners, an old school desk and table, an armoire which probably contained the eq...
The door to Massage Room Four was open, but no one was there, so I went inside and sat on the massage table. "You can put on anything you'd like," came a voice from behind, startling me. I turned around and found a beautiful woman standing behind me, closing the door. She wore yoga pants with a stripe down the side and a tank top. Her long dark-blonde locks...
"I don't think I could ever be attracted to a woman," she says. "Is that so," I ask, my eyebrow raising in amusement. She's a challenge waiting to happen and I'm more than happy to accept that challenge. She doesn't answer but looks skeptical. She's absolutely gorgeous to me - tall and curved in all the right places with cafe au' lait skin and dark hair. Sh...
This story is the 5th part of an ongoing story about Marte and her journey through exploration of herself and her sexuality. While reading the prior versions would help in the understanding of her journey, this story can be read and enjoyed on its own. All comments welcomed. Marte received her first challenge in years. Excited, yet nervous at the same tim...
The phone jangled me out of a particularly erotic dream at 6:30 AM. I was pretty disoriented, trying to make the leap from Salma Hayek's hot tub back to my dumpy bedroom. But even in that state I knew it had to be one of two things: a family emergency or Dickie, the scheduling supervisor at work. Fortunately it was Dickie. "What do you want, Dick? It's my d...