She wants to be fucked. She can't remember the last time she's been fucked so hard that she stops making lists in her head, or fucked so hard she looses her breath. That's how she wants it, low, immediate and rough. Enough of this soft, gentle nibbles and strokes. She needs to feel the pull from her nipples to her cunt, to feel raw and sore as she rides her...
THE TALES OF PRIYA, a lesbian paranormal fantasy. Part 2: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck and a FutaWitch This is a story of an 18-year-old half-Warshari, half-Witch, who starts waking up to her life. Her name is Priya. She is 5'7" 135 pounds, 34C-28-34. She is fit and works out every day. Her urges have always been towards girls even though she tried dating a guy, but s...
The taxi driver spoke with a thick accent that I couldn't identify. He repeated it twice before I understood what he was saying. "Yes. I'm sorry, just a second, please." I begged. I was calling Deana, my contact with an Atlanta based company that I was consulting for. I knew that I wouldn't be able to call while the cabbie spoke to me. I have always been...
My name is Karina Jade Ambrose. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a truck driver by trade. I didn't go to business school like so many of those highly educated people who find themselves unemployed these days and are praying for a government-issued Bailout. I went to Brockton Community Col...
My hand swept across her young eighteen year old chest, touching so lightly the small rounded swell of her breasts. Through the dark blue of her flimsy top you could see the erection of her nipples, the anticipation of this moment that resided within her body. She giggled and laughed, her face blushed red, yet she did not pull away or force my hands from her...
This is a continuation of Memories at the request of many readers. To those that voted and sending comments, thank you very much. I hope this chapter is as stimulating for you as Memories and Memories Ch 2. * "You are a slut Amy, a wonderful slut. We are going to have lots of fun together." While sucking on her fingers, my eyes lowered to look at her tits...
This is the last time I allow myself to frown over you people, I told myself as I walked out of the mosque in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I still couldn't shake off the Imam's words as he practically glowered at me as he ordered me out of the men's prayer hall. He called me every name in the book. All because I wanted to pray with men. Because o...
CisterWife Copyright 2017 Jessica Mandella Used by permission, all rights reserved. Introduction. CisGender is the opposite of TransGender. The way some gay people talk about opposite gender body parts makes me blush, but not for terminology. As an ally, I'm mortified by bigotry within our ranks. One cister actually called me a 'trag-hag'! This story exp...
A/N: This story is completely fiction and any descriptions of characters similar to real persons are complete coincidence. The characters from this story were introduced in "Stairway Strip Game" but you don't need to read that to follow this story. I am once again following the suggestion I got on a previous story and warning any potential readers that I a...
The sex lives of women who love who love women hold much fascination for many around the world. When looking at the lives of lesbians and bisexual women who come from outside the European realms, it's important to take culture, religion and nationality into account. Those ladies don't exist in a vacuum and where they come from affects everything about their...