Elsa, the secretary, and I were alone in the office. All the sales team were out and Dave, our boss, had left early for another appointment. "So Sally, how long have you and Dave been screwing at the office?" Elsa smiled at me as she strolled across to my desk. "I happened to come back to the office a few days ago for something I had forgotten, and could...
On a warm afternoon in early May, fresh from the hair salon where I'd swapped my usual straw-blonde for a rich, exciting glossy raven black, I sat in the corner of my favourite traditional coffee shop and typed. I was working on the article that was certain to confirm my position as one of Europe's foremost lesbian-feminist social commentary journalists when...
The characters and situations of this story are entirely imaginary. It is intended for adults who take pleasure in ponygirl and interracial lesbian fantasies. If this subject offends you, please don't start reading. Sabel Chapter One: A course for ponygirls Her dark skin would look perfect in a pink or green harness. Cathy couldn't help imagining what it...
1) THE LETTER. Danielle entered the room quietly, switching on the light as she walked in. She was naked, and still slightly damp from the shower she had recently taken. Across the room she caught sight of herself in the large mirror. As she drew closer, she examined her reflected image, and trembled slightly. Her blond hair fell in damp strings over her s...
Here's a little thing I wrote as an exercise, trying to get things flowing and trying out some new stuff. This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This particular chapter takes place between chapters...
Blackness envelopes me as you finish fastening the blindfold. Smiling as your voice floats behind me, your fingertips trailing along my shoulder and arms. Our fingers wrap together as you lead me down the hall and into the bedroom. My thighs make first contact with the mattress and I stop, waiting for your instruction. Fingers parting, your lips breeze thro...
I awoke the next morning before Mistress Elizabeth and managed to quietly slip out of bed without waking her. After using the toilet I padded down the passage on bare feet to the end door. I opened it slowly to hopefully avoid any squeaks, switched on the lights and gazed in awe at the dungeon and its equipment. I remembered the gynecologist’s examination c...
It was her birthday, and the note from Richard said he had something very special planned for her. Well, that was promising. Most things he had planned for her seemed to be pretty special, from her point of view, so what this could be gave rise to a whole host of possibilities in her head. The only instruction was to go to their usual hotel room, have a rea...
On Sunday morning shortly after dawn, Gina woke when Rebecca spread her legs to get better access to her bare pussy. Her student spread Gina's labia wide, and dove straight in, addicted now to the taste of pussy, and wanting to impress her mentor with what she had learned the previous day. Gina stroked her fingers through Becca's curly red hair, as the teen...
I didn't have a strict religious upbringing or anything, but my folks definitely weren't the type to encourage me to "get in touch with my body" or anything like that. Not cruel or unloving, but reserved, and definitely wary of anything that sounded like hippies: no massages, no yoga, no tofu, no home remedies, no "Our Bodies, Ourselves." Mom set up a big fl...