Natasha Lexington's heels clicked against the marble floor of the elegant staircase. "Honey, I'd like you to meet Sophia." Dorian said. She swirled her wine glass, silently examining every minute detail of the foreign girl. "This was the most attractive maid you could find?" she said. The words were meant to hurt. She wanted the girl to know who held h...
The story contains lesbian humiliation and scenes on non-consensual / reluctance acts. Please comment whether you like it or not as that is the only way I can know. Also let me know ideas for next chapter. *** My name is Debashrita. I am a wealthy woman living in Chicago. I am a brown haired beauty of 37 with brown eyes and a petite figure. I had the looks...
Chapter 2 - Saturday We slept together again that night but things were definitely different. More sexual than romantic, and if anything it was the romantic part which I missed. But the way Beatrice treated me, just as lovingly but she was decidedly in charge. Placing me where she wanted me, instructing me not to move till she said, telling me how to pleas...
In her bedroom, Wendy took twenty pictures of herself in sexy lingerie using the high resolution camera of her smartphone. She checked every picture and deleted it if it didn't look good enough before retaking the picture again. Each image was more erotic than the last, going from decent to fully explicit. Her initial reluctance gave way after Wendy told her...
Author's preamble. This story is a product of my imagination. The characters herein are similarly imaginary and any similarity to real people is purely accidental. All sexually active characters are over the age of 18. The story will contain aspects Lesbian sex. If this not to your taste, may I respectfully suggest you look to other stories on the site. It...
This is a love story. Thank you to Bob_Aganoush and Robert for their usual helpful comments. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events...
My name is Chiku; I am a beautiful black girl from Africa, Nigeria to be precise. When I was 19 years old, my family moved to England. This was a massive change in culture for a young, attractive African girl. Although educated and very well-versed in English, I had always revered English girls. My ancestors had told me stories of colonial life during the...
Chapter 3, Later That Day My name is Alison and for the past three months I have been enjoying some incredible experiences. There is a power living in me, nesting in me, which needs to be satisfied. Sometimes it's in control and I don't have full free-will. Sometimes it just gives me direction, and when that happens, its will takes precedence over my own....
It happened when we were in Bombay (Now Mumbai) in Colaba area. Summer in Bombay is very humid. The people leaving in the flats are upper middle class. Air conditioners were not very common then. It takes time, particularly for new arrivals, to get adjusted to the high humidity of the city. Sweating carries it's own ailments in the form of itches. I am bushy...
Copyright 2004. All rights reserved. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Chapter 1. Natasha Wagstaffe stepped out of the taxi in front of the hospital where Cleo worked. She sniffed. It was hot. After the coolness of the cab the heat hit her hard. She could feel a dribble of sweat run down her spine. Dallas, a city in a desert. Her brother,...