Note: English isn't my first language, and you will find minor grammar errors. If this bothers you, please find other great stories on this site. Thanks. ***** As much as she liked nature and was involved in many environmentalist organizations, Angelica couldn't deny that she loved road trips. Road trips in cars to be precise. Especially, if she really wa...
It's an unremarkable black door at the top of 3 stone steps. The paintwork gleams, the brass fittings are highly polished and thousands of Londoners pass by without a glance in its direction every working day. If you ever walk the network of side-streets between St. Pancras Station and The British Museum, perhaps you're one of them. Or maybe you're one of th...
Trina watched quietly as her goddaughter exited the shop and headed off towards her car. Her arms were full of boxes and she had the blonde girl in tow. The old woman sipped her tea contemplatively. She had not expected to see Christa recover from her heartbreak so suddenly. It was quite a pleasant shock to see her back to her old self. The last time Trina h...
Julia lands a dream job with a top fashion lingerie house that leads her into a life of beautiful women and daring sexual exploits. In this autobiographical story, Julia explores her sexuality and her body as well as her new contacts. Gradually she pushed the boundaries of her experiences and enters a secret world of lesbian passion, sex and more. This is on...
Continuation of "My GF; Fucking & How We Met" and not recommended as a standalone work. If you do just want to read some sex scenes (or like to "prepare" for them ;), they're bookended with ~~~. Fictional story containing graphic lesbian sex. I run back upstairs and put on some clothes. I'm now wearing my matching "I don't want to be no furry-footed bur...
~Brianna~ I saw the cutest guy walking down the hallway of my building and I had to do a double take. Being from Covington Kentucky means that I see more hicks and rednecks than anything else. Yeah, I know that I'm born and bred here myself, but I'm no hick! As a black girl I'm the wrong color to be a hick, right? Not that I really think in terms of color....
It was nothing like she had imagined it. Simran was positively animalistic in bed, wanting to taste every inch of her body from head to toe and back again. Her voice seemed an octave lower, hoarse with lust as she writhed against Seema. Seema enjoyed it, none the less. Finally, they were making love and Simran was certainly pushing all the right buttons in t...
Chapter One: Frustration, All Around This hotel room is cheap, so god damn cheap. We literally just got paid, credits should be in the process of transferring into our accounts as we speak, and yet she still drags me to this shithole and does so every time. There has to be something about these places that turn her on or at least play into her fantasy becau...
The following story is (not) inspired by true events. In Oubliette County, TX (which doesn't actually exist, so put your maps away) in the early years of the twenty-first century, three young college coeds (to whom any perceived similarity to real people, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental) were on their way to their summer jobs as counsel...
Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment Mr. Brandon, the senior law partner, walked into her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning. He was one of the original founders of the law firm where she worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary, Brandon, Fields, and O'Connor. In his late seventies, he now spent most of his time wande...