This story is a work of fiction (mostly) and involves sexual acts between two women. If this offends you or is illegal, please stop reading now. Written by a dirty woman named Valerie, you can reach me through the link below with positive comments. This was the hard part, I had just walked through the door of the local sports bar, I had never been there b...
I was hooked there was no doubt in my mind never had I felt anything so intense and wonderful, plus the way she did it made it even more incredible.... My name is Lynn, I'm twenty-three and even though I had known for several years I had a very overly sexual nature I had suppressed my urges with self inflicted stimulation. The reason for this was simple I h...
I had just turned 34 a week earlier on a sunny day in May. A week later the "exhibitionist bug" left me with the obsessive desire to go about outside fully nude. I'm brunette with a plain face and a short (but not boyish) hair style. One just does not find too many lesbians with long hair and makeup. We don't like that stuff. It's artificial beauty. Anyway...
Lightening lit up the dark and dreary night, thunder boomed and it poured rain. Nina could barley see the road, the windshield wipers squeaked back and forth rapidly and the windows were all steamed up. Suddenly, a deer dashed in front of the car! Nina turned the steering wheel sharply to avoid striking the animal and the car swerved off the road and into a...
My name is Lynda... I'm 28...So I'm supposed to just talk. About Diane? You gotta tell me sometime what it is you're looking for here. Is it just jerk off material? Is that it? You just wanna hear about a couple of chicks goin' down on each other so you can... Oh... For a paper... Well, that's different... Diane...Hmmm. It's not all about Diane, though....
Notes & Disclaimers: This story is set in a land far, far away where unsafe sex has no consequences; a land where HIV/AIDS, Hepatitis and other STDs don’t exist. PLEASE DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME! It is fiction...it is FANTASY! This story is a work of FICTION! None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produc...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Elena Mollenkay sat in the cramped airplane seat and wished she'd taken a sleeping pill. The man seated next to her was a very large man; he did not fit in the small seat. He crowded against her, and his body odor was quite strong. Thankfully, tho...
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