It started like any other night. Pizza, a movie, awkward conversation. I was staring at her noticeably fake boobs when my roommate asked her what turned her on. I blushed because I was a proper sort of gal – not one to talk about such things in mixed company. And anyway, I wasn't sure I wanted my roommate to know what turned on the girl that I had been...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 9 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MORNING BANTER TO BRING THE WEEK TO A CLOSE 9 and I awoke aroun...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Elena Mollenkay sat in the cramped airplane seat and wished she'd taken a sleeping pill. The man seated next to her was a very large man; he did not fit in the small seat. He crowded against her, and his body odor was quite strong. Thankfully, tho...
Copyright 2012, Lisa Summers My head was whirling after the excitement of two lesbian encounters with Beth, the blonde 'softball mom' I had encountered while umpiring a girl's softball game. She had been a heckler, and if not for a minor fender bender in the parking lot after the game, I might never have met her and the world of Sapphic pleasure she reveale...
I remember always being intrigued by the thought of touching another woman, being touched by another woman. Once I discovered how to really make myself cum, my mind would usually wander to the thought of looking down and seeing a woman's face licking my wet pussy, grabbing her hair and holding her head to my pussy, feeling her fingers sliding in and out of m...
Full Disclaimer: This erotica is meant for women, specifically catered towards lgbt women, but you are welcome to read regardless of gender, orientation, etc! ***** Lily looked out the window of Blue's grey hybrid. The sun had just begun to show it's golden magnificent rays. Blue had promised to take Lily camping for her already belated February birthday,...
The first thing Jovita noticed as she and her girlfriend approached their destination was the opulence of the house. The wide two story structure had a double car garage, gabbles on the second floor, and brickwork covering the exterior. Jovita turned to her girlfriend, "Hanna, does your cousin live by himself?" "Yes, Aaron is a bachelor." Hanna replied. "T...
All the things I've done. They never truly cease to amaze me. My name is Marguerite Fils-Aime. A young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Sanctus Magnus University, a private Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. These days, I'm simply having the time of my life. The life of a Black lesbian...
I am a nymphomaniac. You may prefer to just think of me simply as a slut, but in any case I am addicted to orgasms. Ever since my first one when I was twelve years old I just haven't ever been able get enough sex. I had sex with my brother, my sister, my father, my uncles and aunts and with all my friends at school. In college, sucking and fucking most of my...
I could smell her getting turned on before anything else happened. I doubted anyone else knew. Most people don't notice the subtle things. When I caught the gentle scent of her pussy getting increasingly wet I took her in visually. I saw how her nipples were tight and poked through her blouse. I saw the faint blush behind her ears and felt the warming of he...