Quite how Angie and Emm, hanging there, limp from orgasms, their backs and asses marked by red stripes, would be able to do what we had planned next, was beyond my comprehension. I just had to hope that they would remain conscious, in the very basic sense of the word; a wider consciousness would be too much to hope for. 'Well, ladies, that was an impressive...
Diane had little doubt when she released Celeste from her care that she would see those beautiful blue eyes again soon. She had become very proficient at reading people thanks in large part to things Kayla had taught her in the months they had been together. Body cues, facial tics, the way a person's eyes shifted or dilated under certain conditions, even the...
Diane sat at her kitchen table, nervously awaiting Celeste's arrival. She sipped at her coffee despite the nervous fluttering that seemed to haunt her stomach like a colony of bats, their leathery wings fluttering about as they prepared to leave their home's safety for their nightly hunt. Her anxiety was making her wish she could call the whole thing off des...
Cory dresses for the hunt. She's hot and she wants action tonight. Black denim, black silk blouse, silver rings, dark hair slicked back. The face is pale, almost deadly enough to make a femme tremble. Cory wants them wetting their pants when she walks into the bar. She wants a slender blonde with pink nipples and a pale white ass. As she imagines the blonde,...
S.L.U.T.S : Syndicate of Lesbian Unions Training School. Professor Clitoris Cuntlick, Doctor of Dildoes, Erogenous Emeritus, Dean of Postgraduate and Workplace Sex Studies yesterday delivered the First Annual Report of S.L.U.T.S. She said: "Ever since we passed the new laws which guaranteed all lesbians the right to collectively organise within their own u...
How could I complain? I was breaking my own rule. Nesta and I made lots of rules when we opened up. She wrote them down in the back of her daybook, and we kept those pages pinned to the corkboard by her computer: -Don't bring dates home -Don't fall in love -Don't rave about how great the sex was -Don't come to bed smelling like another girl The list we...
(This story is just for fun. No deep meaning or relationship issues, just sex) My current girl friend and I had been arguing quite a lot of late, so it was almost with a sigh of relief from both of us when she went on a weeklong business trip. I had no intentions of sitting at home while she was gone. She knew it and I knew she did. I decided to go down t...
Anna stroked her long slim fingers over the heavy ivory slip, tracing the outlines of the lace and the thin lines of the shoestring straps as she folded her lover's silk. She pressed it to her face, inhaling the smell of the warm iron; the perfume redolent of that musky female scent Anna loved so well, always there, even through the soapy efficiency of the w...
White skin, purple pussy, trimmed enough so that you could see the dark mound under the hairs. She has green eyes, spiky brown hair on her head, pokey red titties, and big raspberry nipples on two dollops on a body that was slightly short and wide and boyish, but soft and not chiseled. Broad shoulders, wide hips and round butt, and thighs. Thick white thighs...
I awoke the next morning before Mistress Elizabeth and managed to quietly slip out of bed without waking her. After using the toilet I padded down the passage on bare feet to the end door. I opened it slowly to hopefully avoid any squeaks, switched on the lights and gazed in awe at the dungeon and its equipment. I remembered the gynecologist’s examination c...