In part one, Jessica Harmondon-Smithers, a successful city businesswoman finds an old friend apparently destitute in her neighbourhood. The woman, Clarissa Stocks-Johnson was a model and Jessica's schoolgirl crush at their expensive boarding school. She takes her in and tends to her, releasing a dominant and bi-sexual tendency that has lain suppressed and un...
Author's Note: Sex scenes are bookended with "~~~" for those uninterested in plot. For those interested in plot, I don't recommend this continuation chapter as a standalone piece. Trigger Warning: No actual domestic violence takes place, but suspicion and history of DV are a strong theme in this chapter. Please enjoy! * My life became immeasurably better...
My name is Chiku; I am a beautiful black girl from Africa, Nigeria to be precise. When I was 19 years old, my family moved to England. This was a massive change in culture for a young, attractive African girl. Although educated and very well-versed in English, I had always revered English girls. My ancestors had told me stories of colonial life during the...
Holly was lonely. Most of the time this was fine. Most of the time she preferred life that way. But the holidays got to her. It started with Thanksgiving and all the family togetherness. True, not everyone gathered joyously to fabulously prepared dinners, but we all pretended we did. Other people had to eat dry turkey and repeat old arguments too. At least...
Just say it, Murphy thought to herself as her moms, Amber and Mandy, dressed in gray tweed suits, sat directly in front of her in their living room. Murphy had moved home and stayed home ever since Nathan died and since her miscarriage. And now, all their lives would change forever... "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" asked Amber, reaching forward and taking her...
My name is Miranda Hill. A tall, red-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something white woman of Irish descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm openly gay, and work as a waitress in a restaurant. Life hasn't been easy for me since my divorce from my ex-husband Joaquin. I'm just trying to make it through the hell that is my daily life. Some things you ba...
Allison bit her bottom lip and sank into the moment. It was amazing. The sensation of Carla's hair sliding back and forth on her inner thigh sent electric quivers through her body. But nothing could compare to the way the slender woman's tongue felt as it probed every inch of her slit. Allison was positively dripping now, as Carla focused her attention o...
As Kate walked, she could feel her nipples pushing against her bra. They were almost painful. They were tender from the overeager mouth of Dee, her lover from earlier in the week. She never thought that at this point in life she'd be enjoying time with several play partners. Her whole life had been one of restraint, even adopting a façade of asexuality or at...
It was Terri that woke me from a totally exhausted, dreamless sleep. It took a while for me to even come awake enough to realize who she was or where I was. Recollection came sweeping over me like a wave of pure sex. She helped me up, put the toga garment back on me and led me towards the entryway to go back up to my suite. As we walked across the large room...
For weeks we continued our existence in the house where Mistress trained her pleasure slaves. There were no new additions to the household and one day in early fall, I was ordered to take the place of 22 who had been delivered to her European purchaser. Mistress told me that as I had been fully trained I was to grow my hair again. I had become used to my s...