I had watched my friend, Emmanuelle, disappear off with Anne. Pressed for time as I was, with only a few hours until the concert began, I asked my new lover, Emily, what she thought of Emm. 'What do you imagine I think, Pixie. She is drop-dead gorgeous, no wonder Anne has taken the afternoon off...' 'No,' I interjected, 'you must have missed what they were...
Laura sauntered slowly towards the ladies' room, taking stock of the men around the hotel. Some were employees, others guests; all were possible playthings. None particularly got the 30-year-old's heart racing; one man even made her nervous by staring at her as she passed him in the hall. She determined that if the bartender were still at his post after she...
Leslie checked her watch; it read 8:05, just when the crowd at her favorite bar would be at it's fullest. As she strutted up the steps to the Victorian home-turned lesbian bar, she could feel the cool night air making it's way up her one-piece red mini-dress, carressing her bare thighs. She stopped and lit a cigarette, and swung open the front door, entering...
The conclusion of the series. Allison and Mrs. Wentworth spend a very hot girl-on-girl weekend together. * The day after the most incredible weekend of my life my cell rang, and my pussy began to instantly spring to life when I saw whose name it was. It was right after cheerleading practice and I had just changed from my uniform into a very tight mini ski...
This was a bit of a personal fantasy, in no way saying that a woman is not capable of pleasuring another woman without aid. Also not my best work, but I enjoyed it, hopefully you will too. Some days I don't know how I can go on living without her. Other days our arrangement, the secret rendezvous and the brief but passionate stolen moments we find to make l...
Paris was our garden of ecstasies. One evening we find a girl-bar in Rue Mouffetard, a lesbian cellar, dank, dark, noisy, crowded with university students. older butches in full drag, baby dykes with rings in their nostrils, a drummer and two guitarists on a small stage, women of course, the musicians wearing tight striped tank-tops that barely cover their...
Every precinct has a captain. Precinct One of the Female Erotic Police Squad was no exception to that rule. It was commanded by captain Athena. Her mythological name was the effect of her parents classical education and her exotic looks - of their ancestry. Athena's mother was Samoan and her father - Japanese. The captain had a light brown skin, slightly sla...
We stumbled into Emma's bedroom laughing and I slipped out of the heels and stockings in no time. Just before stepping into the shower, Emma unlocked the small padlock and removed the leather collar from my neck. It felt odd not being there; for some reason I liked it. I was in my own world pondering it when Emma playfully slapped my ass. That brought me bac...
1 I was at the hair salon, getting shampooed, not thinking about my new tattoos, when salon girl lifts my hair. "What the hell? Slave 37..? Really?" She held my head, trapped in the shampoo sink, and slid her hand down into my blouse, under my bra, cupping my breast and my suddenly hard nipple. My eyes were wide, I was rigid, but not screaming and not st...
Out of an abundance of caution, the Mayor had ordered every school in the district to close because of the virus that was headed towards their middle-class suburb. The high school's administrative area was empty on a Tuesday morning, about two weeks after the order had been given, save for a few teachers scattered around the building. Some worked on recordi...