Although I haven't actually been hibernating this past winter I sure haven't been showing a lot of skin. Now that spring is officially here, I had to take care of all the fur I let grow. I looked up a shop nearby and called for an appointment for a wax job. I loved the sound of her voice on the phone, she sounded so cheerful, with an Asian singsong accent, I...
The women continued to lie there in their clinch: Lynn, the blonde Amazon pinning down the smaller brown-haired Dina, her arms caught behind her. Their eyes locked, each sizing the other one up. For her part, Lynn thought that the whole thing would be incredibly funny and surreal if it weren't for her cheeks hurting, proof enough that this was not a dream. D...
They sat there enjoying dinner, and she pondered how to ask Sue to spend the night. She didn't want to ruin the friendship when Sue learned the real reason for the sleep over. She took a sip of her coffee, swallowed hard, and nervously asked. "Sue how'd you like to spend the night at my place the next time Bradley is out of town?" Sue giggled. "You know t...
It was a fine afternoon. I was listening to a song randomly shuffling on my iPod and was also thinking about Anna. I could imagine her naked body right before my eyes and her glistening pussy craving for my touch. "My pussy taste like Pepsi cola"...the song suddenly distracted my thoughts. Slowly I slid my hand in my pantie and felt that I was wet. I start...
A note about this story:- So, 'V' and I are chatting away when she says to me 'why is it that all D/s stories are written from the sub's point of view. Why is it never from the Domme's. Take Summerhouse Blues, I really love that version of the Rhonda character and yet all we hear about is how Tracy feels. What about Rhonda, what did she make of it all?' An...
I've never called myself a lesbian or bisexual but when I was in college I did some experimentation. I love the penis as much as the next girl but when it comes to knowing how to pleasure a girl, girls know best. Girls are generally less selfish and take their time because they aren't just trying to blow their load. Did it make me a bad Catholic girl? Don't...
I was late leaving for work that morning. My husband had got up in the middle of the night to pilot his jumbo jet off to Djakarta or somewhere, and the batteries in my bloody alarm clock had chosen that night to give up the ghost. Cursing to the heavens I gave myself a quick splash in the shower, dragged on my business suit, laddering a brand new pair of tig...
We learned we could do better It is not often when friends believe there is only one way to go. That was when if all began for the two us, after Diana and I, Theresa were no longer satisfied where our lives were going, or the attitude of our men. Men who expected from us what they never, or rarely would do at home. Often spending money in hotels, to be wi...
My mind buzzed like a bee in bottle. This was all so new to me; I was petrified. Maybe in the back of the deepest reaches of my mind I had thought about being with someone of my own sex, but until this moment I had no idea I would ever do so. Linda brought her hands to the top of my hips, then eased her thumbs into the elastic top of my pantyhose. For the...
I think I first realised how painfully and hopelessly I had fallen in love with her when we were both 14. At the time, we both thought we could rule the world, and actually had very similar opinions about things. I loved it when she used to tell me how we were the same and we should do things together, be a part of things that only included us because only w...