My name is Jolene Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and green-eyed white woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a student at Buffalo State College, majoring in sociology. I basically want to understand people and why they do what they do. I also like to dominate people. Especially Black women. These sexy ladies from the inne...
Carrie watched as the short black girl weaved her way through the press of bodies and sat primly at the bar. She wasn't dressed in any of the outrageous stuff that all the other women were trying to pull off. On the contrary, she was clad in a simple dark-blue pair of jeans, and a black low-cut top, emphasizing her curvy shape. She turned her head and looked...
I'd known Rachel ever since we were 12. She had beautiful mostly red hair, with a hint of gold. Her eyes were a blue so pure that they looked clear at times, and flashed with ice at others. Her body was soft, with gentle curves. There was no doubting that she would make somebody very happy someday. I, in contrast, had shoulder length reddish-brown wavy-curly...
Her skin soft as felt. I knew it would be, she's learned to take care of herself. I was nervous. What if I hurt her, or something went wrong? She and I'd already spent a great deal of time talking about how she wasn't interested in sex much, and how wine got her in the mood. For the last few years she was committed to my ex-lover, who readily admits bein...
It was 5:30 PM in the cinder-blocked ante-room to the Fertility Experiment. My secretary Sherry and I were giggling. "Dr Barton, I never expected," Sherry laughed, "when I took a job in a hospital to find myself bare assed, bumping butts with my boss, bent over being poked and prodded by Nurse Wretched, that bitch on duty." I whispered my reply, "Oh, I'm su...
How I Learned to be Proud of My Breasts Background: The Trainer I hate men, passionately. They're hairy, ugly, and all too often, dirty. I can't stand the feel of their stupid faces against my skin. They're either unshaven, therefore tickle, or poorly shaven, therefore scratch. Their bodies are hairy and ugly and misshapen, too. They have no soft places...
"Hey girl!" Sam looked up to find Holly leaning into her office doorway. The smile that accompanied the perky greeting made Sam's heart skip a beat. "Good morning Holly. How was your weekend?" Sam always played it cool with Holly and never let on that she was totally crushing on her. After some chit chat, the girls made plans for a movie on Tuesday. Sam ha...
Day One Being the first to arrive, Megan had no idea when the others would show or who the others even were. Being first gave her the right to choose her own room, she assumed, but all three of the bedrooms were identical, absolutely identical, so she decided to hold off until the others arrived, in case they had a preference. Instead she explored the suite...
A chapter in my life will close soon; my final year of college. At first I had been slightly nervous making a three hundred mile move and living away from home. I decided to live in a female only dorm to try to make some new friends, and to soak in the whole "college experience." College is about making a career decision, but also life experiences. I was s...
Tess was probably more heterosexual than anything else, but she preferred actually living with women to living with men, hence the fact that she had moved in with Claire over a year ago. Tess had long blond hair, was slim, but curvy with firm breasts, belly and bottom. She had drawn attention from men since she could remember and whenever she walked into a b...