The following morning, mom and daughter awoke to the nudges of two native women. They placed a bowl of fruit and water on the mat and then left the hut. Liz and Julie ate in silence. Neither knew the other was thinking about the previous day's events and particularly the sexual pleasures they had experienced. Both were embarrassed by their thoughts and were...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** This story was prompted by Penny who contacted me and asked me to write a story for/about her, after discussions this is what I arrived at. I hope you all like it. ***** As I approached the front door of my new neighbours home I could hear the music pounding from the pati...
The morning after my threesome with my love Kelly and our friend Mandy, we all lay there entangled in eachothers arms. *Bang Bang Bang* "Girlllssss!" The sound of Pop knocking on the door with his heavy hand and his yelling for us woke me up, quickly. Neither Kelly nor Mandy even budged. I shook the both of them and they sort of just groaned and rolled ov...
It started out as an internet friendship. Somehow we had gotten each other's e-mail address and found out that we had similar fantasies. We wrote back and forth, sometimes every day, sometimes going a week between emails. We dove into the world of our fisting fantasies. We would tell each other what we would do if we ever met. We became friends, too, sharing...
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We've all got secrets. And why shouldn't we? It's part of who we are. Having secrets simply means you're a normal person. Sometimes I will never apologize for. My name is Marguerite Alexandre Jean. I'm a five-foot-eleven, lean and athletic, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I teach History at Saint...
"A gift for my beautiful, bisexual fiancé Cici, a story devoted to her dark and magnificent desires." * "I don't understand Officer, what's the problem?" Cici shifted nervously. It didn't help that the cop was so hot. A little taller than herself, the officer's tan outfit clung to her lithe frame and small, perfectly formed breasts. The shock of platinu...
I remember when I first saw her. We were both attending some function or other – a party? – and our eyes met across the lobby. She raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. Yes she really smirked. I don't think I had ever been smirked at before; it made me very uneasy, and I couldn't tell why, which made me uneasier still. This I certainly could tell: she fascina...
"You love the taste of cunt, don't you?" Natasha remarked. Julie removed her tongue from the thick lips and folds of her lover's vulva, and smiled at Natasha, a thin trail of saliva on her chin. "Yeah! Nothing beats it! It's got the best taste in the world." "And my pussy? How's that compare?" "It's good! Amongst the best. You've got a world class clit a...
Chapter Two: Your Hand, Deep Just one time, that's the deal I'd made with myself. Just an experiment, just to try it, just to see. I'd expected sex with a woman to be mildly interesting at the most. I'd expected it to dismiss all those doubts that had been bubbling under the surface, to confirm to myself that yes, indeed, I was straight as an arrow. What I...