ALL CHARTERS ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS IN THIS WORK OF FICTION ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. ***** Darkness surrounded Lua. In the middle of The Mistress massive bed she sat Indian style. Her hands in her lap and her eyes shut tightly. Mrs. Bateman was near but had not yet accompanied her on the bed. Lua could smell her though. The Mistresses scent wasn't like...
Authors note: This chapter contains lesbian sex. It's the first proper consensual lesbian sex scene I've written so apologies for any glaring errors. All feedback/comments gratefully received. Lexi x * Once again Jemma was pleasantly surprised at the spread of food before her. As she sat in silence, greedily swallowing down fresh fruit and warm, buttery cr...
I take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom. As you walk in the light glow of the candles draw your eyes to the dancing flames all around the room. You smell the subtle, sweet scent in the air. You feel me come behind you, wrapping my arms around you and placing a soft kiss to your neck. "Tonight, I have every intention of showing just how much I en...
Amy Joins a Sorority If this is popular, I can make other stories with either the same characters in different situations or different characters in a similar situation. Chapter 1: The Interview Amy was 18-years-old and a second semester freshman in college. Living in dorms had taught her a lot. While she was not a prude before college, she had been with...
© 2015 What might have been a self-serving, long-winded & unnecessary preface has been beheaded by the lesbian executioner, Jihad Jane. (I suppose even Terrorists are capable of humane actions now & again.) These characters are fictions of my mind & dwell therein exclusively. Their ages are irrelevant. (Yeah, they were over eighteen & "No m...
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series. * I was prepared for another exhibition of the Vietnamese Mai's sexfighting skills. Years before she had been ranked world n...
I had always hated effeminate men. I don't know why, precisely, since I had always laughed at the term "manly man", but for some reason, effeminate qualities in men never failed to put me off. I didn't precisely go for the boorish sort either - the beer guzzling, foul mouthed uncivilised brute types made me curl my lip in disgust. Too demanding, perhaps. In...
There she was again, strutting into the kitchen like she owned the place, dressed in her usual outfit, a pair of torn bikini panties and an old bra. Brenda kept her eyes focused on Karen, pissed off just at the sight of her, wishing she could wipe the smirk off the bitch's face right then and there. Brenda was wary when Tracy had asked her whether her siste...
Chapter 7: Absence... ***** Absence, in Annika's opinion, did not make the heart grow fonder. It simply made a woman hornier. Itchy. Two nights of phone sex with no release -- she sincerely hoped Grady's balls were as blue as hers -- was driving her insane. She pondered his motivation for this erotic torture as she drove the dark, empty pre-dawn street...
Before you read the following story, there are some things that you should know about me. I am, by nature, quite a well-behaved girl. Although I'm open minded about sex, I wouldn't consider myself to be a risk taker. Normally I only have sex with people I know well and have some respect for. Only on a very few occasions have I done something as dangerous and...