I woke up to a cool feeling on my face. My girlfriend had a wet washcloth and was cleaning her juices off of my face and hands. I marveled in the way her breasts moved as she gently wiped my face. She giggled as I ran my fingers across her nipples and down to her belly button. "I want you baby. My strap didn't get to play last time." I give her that look,...
The women continued to lie there in their clinch: Lynn, the blonde Amazon pinning down the smaller brown-haired Dina, her arms caught behind her. Their eyes locked, each sizing the other one up. For her part, Lynn thought that the whole thing would be incredibly funny and surreal if it weren't for her cheeks hurting, proof enough that this was not a dream. D...
Clutching her purse, portfolio, and a pair of heels, Kate locked the door of her upstairs apartment and jogged to her car parked down the street. She was meeting Ben Sklar at The Nines in twenty-five minutes, and she was determined to be on time. Things have definitely changed. Kate’s life in New York became unbearable—the chaotic frenzy of the city, her ove...
Ahead of me as I walk the street towards my favourite bar is this babe. In fact just looking at her from behind (and her behind!) I am in major lust. Oh, great goddess, I know this feeling. My trousers are getting wet, my nipples are erect and I'm gonna have to do something about it. Hey ho! Oh shit. She's walking right past the bar. Just another het tramp o...
Hello, there. Remember me? Kristin Benedict. A tall, curvy and beautiful young Black woman of Haitian-American and Mexican descent. I'm entering my second year at the University of Massachusetts in the town of Boston. I recently ended a relationship with a tall, gorgeous Black lawyer named Mary Johnson. She was a friend of one of my professors. We had what c...
For six months it was perfect. Nikki and I did everything together. We were poor, but we shared everything, and we were happy. I actually liked that she bought me sexy clothing, and was happy to femme it to the max when we were at home, but increasingly felt she was pushing for me to be someone I wasn't. It's one thing to play the slut in the bedroom, quite...
Author's Note: There's some character development and overarching plot and some set up for future chapters here, so it's not a pure sex story. Reader feedback for LJ in particular is the main reason I've added to this story, so feedback - positive or negative - is always welcome. Oh, and yes. It's Kay. What happened when Mia and LJ left The Jungle... M...
Markets plunge again; shares rise on bailout hope; uncertainty continues; bigger recession than the great depression of the twenties; indices slowly claw their way back; market resilient despite lockdown. 'At least there's some hope on the horizon' was the general view as the crash slowed and stock values slowly clawed their way back up again. Eyes were g...
It's difficult being a young college instructor, where many of your students are only four or five years younger than you. It's particularly difficult being a young femme lesbian college instructor in the English department at a liberal arts college in a relatively liberal, queer-oriented town. It becomes especially complicated when you teach a class on cr...
Granny Babette lay in bed, feeling pleasurably sore all over. The tall, dark-skinned, curvy and very voluptuous, sixty-something, feisty Black woman smiled with contentment as she thought of all the fun and wicked things she did just hours ago. For once, she left the brothers alone and had some fun with a feisty young Black woman named Maxima "Max" Muchina,...