A little fluffy romantic diddy I wrote in an hour. I really like when butches worship femmes. ;) Constructive criticism is welcome, as I'm fairly new to writing this sort of stuff. Thanks. --- I'm lying on the couch in just a white t-shirt and panties, watching TV and stuffing potato chips in my mouth, when she comes home. I stiffen for a moment, but she...
To say that I was busy would have been an understatement. The new large contract I had signed would generate a significant income in the long run, but in the short term it generated a lot of work. All the necessary investments along with the regular work were taxing my managing abilities; I needed an assistant. The employee responsible for human resources fo...
The day was over; I was tired. Classes had gone well, although there were one or two students who simply didn't seem to grasp that college is another way to spell work. One of my more difficult students, Laura Buisson, the daughter of a trustee, was especially obstreperous. Her attitude of entitlement and assumption of authority—all unearned—grated on me. He...
Jen walked wearily across the playing fields. On this, like so many Sunday afternoons, sunny, but chilly: she was bored and felling how pointless everything had become. Jen was tall, just shy of 6 foot tall. In fact she was shy in every way, a loner, her only company the cold friendship at her local church. She was 28, and felt attracted to women, but had n...
It was morning and the day had already gotten off to a bad start. I was late, having a bad hair day, couldn't find the outfit I planned on wearing, and to top it off, my roomate was pestering the hell out of me. "Come on Stacy, you're going to make us late for class!" Stacy said, beating on the bathroom door. "Alright already," I said. "I'm almost finished...
The name is Jasmine Taylor, and I'm a young Black woman originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I transferred to Spelman College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, from Bay State College, a small school located in downtown Boston, and life hasn't been the same since. Even though the Dirty South and its ways get on my nerves as an outspoken young Bla...
Tammy left school all excited and concerned; the eighteen year old girl with light brown hair and blue eyes was excited that she was going to an earth day event downtown and she was concerned for the fate of the planet. While having dinner with her mom, her father ran off with another woman over a year ago, Tammy exclaimed, "Mom why don't you come with me to...
Miriam looked around nervously at the other women. This was her first Goddess Worship Circle, and she had hacked through the underbrush with the rest of the women to arrive at this small clearing in the forest. She had been attending meetings for the coven for months now, and was excited to finally join their ranks officially, though she wasn't sure exactly...
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...
"Wake Up Call" "Mistress?" Debbie spoke softly, barely loud enough to be heard over the musical snoring that filled the bedroom. She knew, empirically, that she should be speaking louder, but when she looked down at her lover's face, features softened into an angelic innocence by sleep, she couldn't quite bring herself to fulfill her duties all that vigorou...