The name is Amanda Haguel and I am a young biracial woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am the heroine of this tawdry little tale. A five-foot-nine, lean and athletic, caramel-skinned and curly-haired gal with curves in all the right places. The daughter of an African-American father and a Caucasian mother. Born and raised in Bean Town, USA....
Penny found the train journey across Europe quite romantic. Not in a hearts and love sense but more of a rose-tinted view of travelling. Her studies were behind her and she was lucky enough to be able to take a little time out to travel before starting work. Not a gap year – she wasn't that lucky – but she did have the summer off to enjoy and relax the trans...
Female Ejaculation and Lesbian - by Polly+Anna (1184 words) Orange Walk Films #2 and #3 (1/23/20) Saturday - November 14, 1993 This story begins 11/12/1993 the day after the youngest of us turned 18. We received an excellent classical education at the New River Academy where we were taught the old-fashioned concept that sex was the act of inserting a peni...
“Look – notes from Sigma Tau!” Amie ran into the room throwing three notes on her bed. “There’s one for all three of us!” Tabitha, Amie, and Amber all ripped the fancy envelopes open. Amber read hers out loud. “Congratulations, pledge. Meet me at six o’clock in the Sigma house lobby. Sherrie.” “No way! We’re going to be Sigmas! This is too cool!” Amie hugg...
Tiffany Andrews arrived early for her appointment with Miss Elizabeth Jones, Principle of Hedley Coleville Academy. She had only been to the office of the exclusive school once before, when she had enrolled her two children, Amber who was 12 and Derrick 10. The principle's secretary was busy, efficiently updating files and answering the telephone. The name...
Author's note: there's an old saying that there's two sides to every story. This is a story told, in turn, by a French teacher and one of her pupils. The teacher's portrayal of events may, or may not, be "the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth". Nor, on the other hand, may the student's. But neither is really important. What is important is tha...
You grabbed hold of my hands, guided me into the room, closing the door behind us. I pulled my hand back as you as you made your way towards the large double bed, dominating the centre. I was nervous. My body felt stiff and rigid. You just turned around and smirked at me. You knew this was my first time with a female, and I knew it slightly amused you, but...
Sandra Scott had always been a wilful soul. Even as a child she pushed to the extreme limits of her parents patience. Things only got worse when she reached her teens and high school. She only stayed because of the boys and her class efforts showed as she barely passed her courses. At the beginning of her final year her parents met with Sandra and a guidance...
Emilie Lagarde caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and liked what she saw. Dark-haired, slender, she was a classic example of Parisian chic- and devilishly sexy with it. Nineteen years old, she had just finished her first year at the Sorbonne, studying law more for the cachet of the degree than as a career prospect- for she knew she could rely on her...
Everyone has that one teacher that they don't really notice. They forget their name, never talk to them and just never give them a second thought. For Coralie, that teacher was Ramona Emerson. Ramona taught Coralie in a class called "Prep for H.E", short for Preparation for Higher Education, preparing the college students for university. Like most students a...