Mary Van Gorden sighed to herself as she poured the ingredients into the salad tosser. With a push of a button from her smartly manicured finger the machine buzzed to life, throwing the mishmash of ingredients around inside it's belly. The house was quiet. Mary rarely listened to music at home, it was relegated to background noise during the morning and even...
Please call me Farrah Abdullah. Or Little Farrah. Everyone does, whether I like it or not. Story of my life. I was born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, but moved to the city of ottawa, province of ontario, about a decade ago. I am still considered a newcomer to the Confederation of Canada, even though I have been here for a while. I am twenty two...
This is part three of the story of Carla and her Aunty Jo. This is one continuous story, so this part may not make a great deal of sense unless you have read the previous Chapters. This story is a fantasy, containing hypnotism, lesbian love and sex, a bald woman, piercings, some strong BDSM, watersports and young girls. All the girls are adults. If this is...
From the first time Hodan Osman laid eyes on Yolanda Jones, one fine day in the Carleton University atrium, she knew that Yolanda was something else. They were two tall, attractive young Black women from different parts of the world, yet they felt drawn to one another. Women who love women spot one another by looking into each other's eyes, that's essentiall...
What is wrong with a little woman on woman action? Absolutely nothing, I thought as I locked lips with Kristin Hauser. The red-haired, porcelain-skinned White chick seemed genuinely surprised when I told her that I was into girls. It's a mistake a lot of people make when dealing with girls like me. The name is Fatouma Khaled and I'm a young Black woman of So...
This is the current endcap for the St. Clair series. It certainly won't be the last one, but it is the last one I actually have planned. The readers of the St. Clair series have been very supportive and very, very patient. The first story in this series was originally intended to go in Romance, but since the two leads in the couple happen to be female, it en...
I'll never leave you alone, I'll never leave just a memory. I'll never leave you alone in the garden Where nothing grows. – Harry Nilsson Amelia Thorn, 'Amy' to pretty much everyone except her daughter, looks across the Corian vanity top in the master bathroom, to the mirror fixed to the papered wall. The wall is patterned with small and large seashells,...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 At nearly eight months of pregnancy, Amber Goldman was miserable. Normally quite thin, her joints ached from the extra weight she was carrying. The bulge in her midsection made it nearly impossible to get comfortable, especially at night. The ba...
I woke up to the feeling of clamps being put on. Wincing a little bit I sat up to see Cherise grabbing a bag of clothespins, and heavy clamps. She smiled at me as she pushed my head back down onto the pillow. "Now now, behave yourself, no need to get up. We're going to have some fun today." She said with a sly smile. I'd been living with her for about six m...
"You've never been with another woman?" She was young, with big brown eyes; fine, blonde hair; pale, sleek skin; buoyant, bouncy boobs; a narrow waist; a firm, round ass; and long, shapely legs. She wasn't just my kind of girl; she was a dream girl. "Nope, nor have I ever been—or would I ever want to be—with a man." "How old are you?" It would be just my...