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...
This story is based on interracial lesbian reluctance, coercion and domination. It is fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on. ---------------------------------------- Briana, Leah and Aimee had been dancing all night. The combination...
When I got out of the shower the next morning, dripping and steamy, I called to Ann-Marie: "Did you finish making the bed and setting my place for breakfast, Ann-Marie?" "Yes, I did, Mistress." "Good. Now come in here like I told you." The bathroom door creaked open, and Ann-Marie entered on her hands and knees, naked, with her eyes cast downward and her...
Sarah stood outside her flat. It was late in the evening and she needed fresh air. She hung over the railing listening to the noises of the town drifting in the air. She heard someone walking along the catwalk. Raising her head, she brushed her brown hair out of her face and saw Neomi, her neighbour walking towards her. "Hey. Neomi," Sarah waved. Neomi gru...
If you have read our previous stories you will know that we are swingers, using a sauna type swingers club as well as more recently swinging at home, determined to push the boundaries of our sexuality. I love being the submissive slut wife and Gary knows my tastes so well, with him in control I had no guilty conscience and over several years on the scene we...
It had been two months since Chelle Rollins and Lila Carter found each other as lovers. They were inseparable. No one suspected in anything. One day at work, Chelle felt brave... brave and horny. She cleared Lila's schedule for her and surprised her in her office. She went to the bathroom, and removed all of her clothes, and put on a gray trenchcoat. She wal...
Hello, there. My name is Charlene O'Brien. A five-foot-ten, lean and wiry young Irishwoman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I'm twenty years old and currently reside in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a Probation Officer with the Brockton Municipal Court system. I'm openly gay, and live alone in an apartment in Brockton's South Side. This s...
Now, this what college was supposed to be about. Oh, sure, Lisa wanted an education so she could eventually become a forest ranger in the Rockies or an expert in white-water rafting so she could take a job navigating the rapids of North Carolina. But she didn't want to just get out of southern Indiana just for an education in books. She wanted experience....
Lisa struggled out of her gym shorts urgently. The early September heat was unbearable. She stepped into the locker room showers and turned the water to cold. She'd been running laps around the track since she'd dropped off the last of her boxes at her dorm room, and a nice cold shower was just what the doctor ordered. She soaped up her lean body and tried...
It was a typical Saturday morning when the phone rang. It was Andrea, my best friend. Just a couple of weeks before we found ourselves locked together in passion and I discovered the bisexual side of myself. Or should I call it the lesbian side because I still don't want to share those feelings with the man in my life. I had constantly been thinking of how w...