Janice Jenkins took a swig of cold beer and clicked with her mouse. Naked from the waist down, she sat on a tattered swivel chair (prop. her last employers) covered with an old towel that was already stained with cunt batter. Her jeans and boxers were bunched around her ankles as she leaned forward to inspect the screen. Ever since being fired from her job...
My name is Kristin Benedict. A five-foot-ten, curvaceous Black woman in my early twenties. I've got short hair, medium brown skin and pale gray eyes. My father James Benedict is Haitian-American. He works as a heart surgeon at Mass General. That's actually where he met my mother Juanita Sanchez. She came to the emergency room with her sick aunt during his fi...
Of course it was all so absurd. So Jess had been Dyke Grappler Champion for 14 years. The whole thing was a show to get money off gullible people, mainly men who could not resist their dark sadistic side. They liked to see women fight each other, to hear their cries of anguish and pain. The whole thing was an insult to women and particularly lesbians, limiti...
My name is Amanda. I'm 20 years old now, but it all started when I was 18 and still in School. I have been ordered by my Master and my Mistress - whom I serve as their personal and willing slut – to write down my most interesting jobs as a callgirl, till I met them. I'm a blonde girl with a slim but curvy body. My blonde hair is going down to my shoulders...
Janine and Jenny stood on the side of Jenny's house, taking turns hitting on a strawberry blunt. "This is really good shit" Jenny said proudly. "I'm already feeling it." "Yea, it's pretty good, but this blunt tastes like shit." "Boo-hoo, you're always fucking complaining. You're just lucky I don't make you pony up." "Bitch please! You know how much of my...
First thing Monday morning, when Marion walks into the bank and sees the new teller, she knows the day will be different. Days and weeks. Who knows how long? And maybe troublesome. The new girl is blonde, thin, maybe just out of college, and Marion has never seen her before. No doubt the girl was interviewed last week while Marion was out, because if Marion...
This is my first year teaching at a university level. I thought that college students would be different. You know wanting to learn being respectful of their professors. There always seems to be that one student that has to push things. Sitting here, at my desk, I wait for my problem student Rachel. She is meeting with me to discuss her attitude and performa...
I’m what has been described as a handsome butch dyke and proud of it. My hair’s close cropped, always neat, and it’s pretty sure you’ll find me neatly dressed in jeans and a button up or a t-shirt so I can show off the arms I’ve worked so damn hard for. I drive a delivery truck, so I get to keep it up without spending hours in the gym. I also get to meet a l...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past. As the reader, I leave it up to you to decide the year or decade. For starters, you might enjoy reading Shari Holds a Torch, the first story in the series. This story features large age differences, student-teacher dynamic, strap-on, and anal sex. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this....
-------------------------------------- Here's the usual disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, sexually oriented, adult fiction. None of the characters are real. I've made it all up. ------------------------------------ Angel and Emi never left the condo that weekend. In fact, the most clothes either of them put on was simply a pair of panties after they...