Introduction: Another tale of lesbian seduction with more rough sex, slurs used in the context of rough sex and...well, rough sex. Lots of dom/sub stuff. If you liked chapter one, I think you'll like part two. If you didn't like chapter one, you should probably not read chapter two. There's a bit of an added wrinkle. The use of "Mommy" and "Daddy" in a sex...
Chapter 03: Test Day Six o'clock the next morning there was a clatter downstairs. Someone else was inside the house, moving things around rather noisily. Sharon's eyes snapped open. She tried to focus them as she sat up and looked around, totally disoriented. Then she remembered where she was, looking around frantically for Lillian, spying her, still aslee...
Chapter 02: More Options Shelly toweled her straight hair as she appraised the reflection of her lithe body. She thought once more that her breasts were too small, but several weeks of workouts had chiseled away at her tummy until her abs gained definition. She ran her hands over her trim hips and gazed at her slit barely concealed beneath a thin blonde tr...
Chapter 2 - Reformed I sat on the end of the bed, sipping my coffee and watched Brielle sleep. I get that watching girls sleep is generally reserved for vampire stalkers in cheesy teen fiction, but if you could see what I was looking at, you'd understand. Bri has a tendency to kick all the covers off as soon as she falls asleep, so the sheets were twiste...
"Like beauty, sexy is in the eye of the beholder. Do you have anything specific in mind?" the sales clerk asked Kelly, totally ignoring me. "Well, to be honest, she won't be wearing panties very often, so she only needs a "starter" set. Let's begin with two thongs, two string bikinis that tie at the sides and maybe something lacey," Kelly replied. More emb...
This is a fictional story about adults written for adults no characters are under 18. If you are offended by lesbian sex or erotica please move on. I hope you all have joy this holiday season. Please vote and comment it's your payment for free content. The Best Gift Isolde Delany was celebrating Easter alone again, as she had expected. This was usual for h...
This story protected by Copyright and may not be published in any forum or medium without permission of the author. * She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle. Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go...
This story comes from seeing a very young and pretty (underneath the grime) female tramp in a park. Her clothes were of high quality but filthy. She did not look like her mind was disturbed. I wondered how she had got in the state she was in... It was strange how we met. I was searching for my dog in the park and she was collecting discarded cans, hoping to...
Some time has passed since the following events happened to me; I realize now how lucky to experience them I am. My life since has slipped back into the routine: I take the subway to work, I go to endless amounts of meetings, I smile politely to clients, but I know that everyone craves something more beyond the plasticity of their prescribed lives. I experie...
Chapter 3 It's usually pretty easy to tell how a pitch is going once you start. Sometimes you know how it's going to go just based on how the clients greet you and what room they put you in. If they've come into the meeting with a preexisting idea of their agency of choice, the pitch doesn't even really matter. And that can be really fucking maddening. Thi...