Jen was lost in ecstasy, unimagined delight coursing through her body, every part of her burning with a fire like the sun, white light in her mind, almost all consciousness extinguished by the intensity of the sensation, but she wasn't enjoying it. She knew that this was what Mistress had promised her, experience and pleasure beyond anything she had ever dre...
I wrote this story in 1999. It was one of my first attempts at erotic literature. It is purely fictional, unlike my later stories. Sweet Caroline. I will never forget the girl as long as I live. My Caroline. Just the mention of her name brings back such vivid, sweet memories. Yes, she was cruel, harsh, wicked; as bad as she wanted to be. But for every hour...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a stand-alone story but the characters are the same I used in my story 'Get A Room'. It's not a sequel but more another episode of the same show. Let me know what you think about it. - Rose ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What do you think you're doing, young lady?" The deep, booming voice sounded angry. The dark-haired woman reacted immediat...
"No, please, no!" I murmured in response to her telling me to take all my clothes off. I knew as soon as I said it that I would get a severe punishment for it. See, a few years ago we got together and she became my Ma'am. I do as she says regarding anything and if I refuse then I get punished. "NO? You are telling me no? Well I guess we have someone lookin...
Outside Vera's spa we stashed the bags in the trunk. When I ask about the garment bag lying flat across the flooring Candi explained that she sometimes had to change dresses between appointments or change from a modest street dress into her working clothes on the run. Pulling away from the curb she asked if I was hungry. "Yes, I could eat a horse." She gig...
Like many women in my current situation, I know what it is like to have your world turned upside down. My name is Cindy Redding. I am 23 years old. I married my long time boy friend Mark Harris at 18 and divorced him for cheating at 22. It is a sad tale. Repeating the story hurts but hels explain my current lesbian life. Looking back at our short life toget...
Amber woke with the dawn, the rays of day break stretching across the bed illuminating her golden locks. She instinctively reached for the smooth lips of her moist pussy to give a little pull on the thick gold ring of her pierced clit. A gift from her Owner, her Lover, her Mistress, lying beside her fast asleep. Amber slipped away quietly to prepare hersel...
"What are friends for?" Sally asked. I just smiled. Sally and I had been lovers for about a month, and had explored all kinds of pleasures. I had been very apprehensive about anal sex, and even with her constant reassurance, I was reluctant to try it. You have no idea how good it feels, she would tell me time and time again. It didn't do anything for me whe...
A massage is meant to be therapeutic. The best therapy is sex. Therefore, the best massage therapy is a sensual massage. For normal, upstanding women, finding a sensual massage is next to impossible. I prefer massages by women. Actually, I have never paid for a massage by a man. That's a whole different story. Nonetheless, this story is about a woman massag...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * Ms Stapleton glared at her young employee, Sabrina, who now fidgeted in her seat on the other side of Ms Stapleton's desk. Sabrina seemed to be avoiding eye conta...