"May I give you my phone number in case you change your mind?" My hand falters as I begin to zip up my suede jacket. Mind and body screamed yes, but I hear myself say no. A sly, knowing smile appears on Semela's beautiful face. "Please come, I always prepare too much food. It will just be my son, husband and myself." After only a brief hesitation I give i...
This is the first thing I've ever written. Please be kind. ***** As she opened the door my pulse quickens. The smell of the heater mixed with her hair hits me as soon as I enter the room. My eyes meet her gaze. I hold my breath, lost inside those piercing green eyes. She leans in kissing me passionately. Her mouth is hot and tastes sweet yet salty. This ca...
Carly set up her Wiccan altar as midnight approached. Her friends were coming around and they had something special planned. They had decided to perform an erotic sex spell that would grant them amazing sex for the rest of their lives. All four women knew what they were going to have to do. Carly, or Storm as her Wiccan friends called her, lit the earthy sme...
"And that just about sums everything up," I clapped my hands together, schoolteacher fashion, looking out over the sea of male faces, all of whom stared back blankly. It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes and flipping them all off, but, professionalism. Whatever. "Thank you all for your time, and enjoy our refreshments." "Just in the nick of t...
Dear Readers: For better clarity, I strongly suggest reading the first installment in the series, "The French Connection." Cindy's Sapphic Adventures: Caribbean Duet Ben looked very bored as I twiddled with his cock. His one eyed trouser trout was limp as a wet noodle. "Cin, can you tell me one of 'those' stories" He asked in a shy voice. "What stori...
"Felicity Carruthers?" The voice spoke with elegance and poise, and Felicity felt slightly inadequate as she looked up from her book at the dark-haired woman who spoke. Something about the air of quiet confidence and authority in her stance reminded Felicity indefinably of her mother--and her grandmother, and her mother's friends, and a whole lifetime of her...
I sat at the bar in my tightest black dress I owned per the instruction of Miss. Brandy. My curly blonde hair had been pinned into place and my long tan legs were smooth. Miss. Brandy had told me exactly how she wanted to see me waiting. 'No panties or bra, bikini muff wax, curl those blonde locks of yours, wear the tightest, sluttiest little black dress y...
Deep breathes. You look fine; she wouldn't be meeting you if she didn't like you, right? I sigh, steadying my shaky hands as they clasp on the top button of my jean jacket. Standing in front of the mirror, I give myself one last once-over before I head out. Light makeup-that'll get messed up, anyway, so no point. Hair down, hair-tie on wrist- easy access fo...
All day at work, I fantasize about what is to come. The clear double-headed dildo is still deep inside me making my muscles twitch and throb. I keep glancing at the clock waiting for the day to be over so I can make my eager journey to her house. All day it's been hard as hell to keep from touching myself and finishing the aching need I've had since the prev...
I woke up with a pounding heartbeat. Today was the day. After a long hiatus, it was time. My name is Megan and that's the only detail I will ever share. On the surface I'm pretty much your regular soccer-mom. I have a great family, a home and the whole nine yards. But a lesser known fact is that I'm a closet Bi-sexual. For the past few years I've been living...