There is no name for a woman like me. Most people would prefer to keep me chained in their fantasies than admit there might be a real chance of meeting me in the street one day. Life has been good to me. I have it all - looks, money, university accolades, a great job, a top range sports car, and several penthouse apartments around the world. Some might say I...
Laura rang the doorbell. She wondered whether she should also knock—sometimes, Janice's doorbell didn't work. She thought, again, of calling Janice, letting her know she was there... but then, Janice hadn't answered any of her calls in the past week. An unannounced visit wouldn't guarantee Janice would see her—but at least she'd have a chance to say somethin...
Jessica's head was trapped between the other woman's legs, her mouth pressed against her opponent's pussy. Her nose was free, so she could at least breathe, but that also meant that all she could smell was this slightly salty, slightly musky smell of a turned-on woman. The smell would be probably enough to have her ready to go by itself, but now it was only...
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This is the final instalment in the Salt & Vinegar series. It's also a bit longer, so settle in. While the other chapters are stand-alone stories, this one ties together many of the threads from the previous three. I suggest reading them first if you haven't done so already. Thanks to Warrior_Wolf once again for her valuable editing work. Enjoy. --------...
My name is Christine Brown. I'm a tall, curvy and big-bottomed young black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a lawyer in the city, representing mostly people accused of violent crimes. Fighting for the clearly guilty when they can afford my fee. It's this lawyer's life. That's why I went to Suffolk University Law School after all. It's my li...
Annabelle Martins had never missed a night of bingo in the length of her marriage to my father so we changed our plans, taking our flights on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and reserving the usual party night for a little clandestine activity. I didn't go back to Ryan's apartment until I was certain that he was out for awhile and after I'd collected my stuf...
This Ella's story. She is real, as are Dani and Gabrielle. Part of the story is true... the rest is Ella's fantasy. I've reflected exactly what she told me. For those who don't enjoy stories with interracial lesbian domination or reluctance and coercion as their themes, thank you for stopping by but please pass on. ELLA The delightfully pretty Ella Parke...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are aged 18 or older. June 1 "Dad, I just had a great idea!" Samantha Barker exclaimed, her long brown hair trailing her entrance, as perky as ever. "What's got yo...
As Lydia prepared to go to the first day of college, she had a sparkle in her eyes as she was thinking of the final year girls whom she planned to lure to warm her bed. The 40-year-old literature professor, who hit a lucky streak and rediscovered her latent libido with the help of two students and an online male friend, was bent upon prolonging it for a long...