At the beginning of my first entry, I said, "I'm not a lesbian." Well, that's still true. But, based on everything that's been going on since that declaration, I'd have to say that there's certainly some bisexuality going on around here. In reflecting on all of this, I really can't believe what's happened over the past several years. I never - NEVER - saw th...
Lina sprayed some of the itchy liquid onto Riya's pussy and also on Lisha's pussy. Almost instantaneously the itching commenced. It was a sweet torment. Sometime later it seemed to stop but would return with renewed force or so it seemed, to the two rope-bound girls. The afternoon turned into evening and the corners of the room turned into darkness. Lina ha...
The steam rose from the street girders in lazy, smoky waves. They were mysteriously lit in different sections by the intermittent street lights surrounding the portal to the underground train. I didn't like the gassy, oily smell of the streets as it was; the steam only served to bring that stench up from the blackened streets to the eyes, nose and mouth of a...
Bethany knew the "Date" was over and she would never see... Brian? Was that his name? Damn she hated blind dates. So, she knew the date was over and that she would never see Brian again as soon as they turned onto her road. Hell, she knew it was over the moment he laid eyes on her. It was just the way he looked at her. Sure, she was a little chubby, but she...
Judy was excited that her overbearing mother was letting her stay the weekend with her sister. She just turned eighteen and was never allowed to date. Their mother was very religious. She homeschooled them and gave out strict rules. She viewed sex as the ultimate way to corrupt young girls to stray from God and that masturbation was evil. Judy believed her m...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has be...
Every summer holiday, I would be sent off to visit my Aunty Ellen in Bournemouth. This had been our family's tradition ever since I had turned 12, and I think it was as much for my mother's sanity as for my sake. This summer was different: I had just turned 18, and I was going into my last year of private school. What the future held, I had no idea. Aunty E...
Susan was jogging along the forest path, her mind in turmoil as she considered her life. Twenty-one, married to an attractive and rich man for just four months. No, an ultra rich man, who gave her every material thing she ever wanted. Her life was very comfortable, everything around her was of the highest quality, and there was plenty of it. So, why she aske...
Shelly put down her women's magazine with a sigh. She'd just finished another of those 'Woman Discover Thyself' stories about exploring her sexuality, and as usual, she'd been most fascinated with the part of the story where the woman explores her sexuality with another woman. She was twenty-five, married to a naval officer, very attractive and she'd still n...
* * * * Note from the author: This story contains graphic sexual content. Please do no read if you are under 18 years old. Also, it's rather long. Most of the story is told as dialogue between the three characters. * * * * The road was going to hypnotize me. I had been driving in a snowstorm all day, and now it was dark, and I was getting tired. I was gl...