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...
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...
I've never called myself a lesbian or bisexual but when I was in college I did some experimentation. I love the penis as much as the next girl but when it comes to knowing how to pleasure a girl, girls know best. Girls are generally less selfish and take their time because they aren't just trying to blow their load. Did it make me a bad Catholic girl? Don't...
Nia's curiosity takes form and leads to adventures [This is a story of girl-girl recreational sex of a genetic girl who was born with a penis and views the world and is perceived by others as a female.] Nia, Jean and Naomi are classmates attending an all women's college. Nia and Jean are roommates. Nia had been born and raised in Africa. Her parents were d...
She was so beautiful. Her body voluptuous and her breasts the perfect size. She had brown hair and wore it in a bun. She was so classy but showed just enough cleavage to drive me wild. If I could just stare at her all day I would. I longed for her, to touch her. I longed to caress my hands all over her nipples. "Christina... Christina ..." She called. "Did...
My name is Dena Jarvis. A lot of people think my life is easy. It's really not. It's hard being me. A five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired and green-eyed White chick born into a wealthy family in the city of Houston, Texas. My parents, Liam and Deanna Jarvis of Austin, own controlling interests in some of the biggest oil companies in Texas and around the Globe. I...
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by characters in this story are not necessarily those of the author. A...