I come home from a long day, only wanting to see My dear slave and have a hot bath. I called My slave from the office telling her to have one prepared for when I walk in the door. Walking in the door she is crawling on hands and knees to greet Me. "Mistress i have done as you told me too, the bath is ready, i just finished it, shall i undress you?" I study h...
As a bit of background, we’d just been talking about what turns us on. I said the feeling you get when your eyes first meet with someone across a room. The eye contact that lingers just a split second too long. Your heart starts to beat a little faster and your brain starts to race with ideas – was it accidental? Was it intentional? Are they thinking the sam...
How you met her and became good friends is a long story. But still, it all happened very quickly. It is difficult to believe you had only known her for about four months. But then again, when you meet someone and everything "clicks", time is not the issue. And there was something very different about this friendship. There has been an underlying tension...a...
As you approached the meeting room you scanned your Blackberry trying to gleam some more information about the scheduled session. The information provided was very vague, and you weren't even sure of the name of the client you were meeting with. The internal blinds were closed you briefly noticed, not even affording you a glimpse into the room to see what ma...
Author's note: This series is classified as lesbian sex, because the focus is the female protagonist's relationship with another female. There are some heterosexual components to the story, but I hope you'll let that slide. For this mini-series, I was inspired to go for a drunk dream-like narrative. Enjoy! *** I'm alone in a new city, stranded because my p...
My husband gives me his usual bullish fucking, then gets up to leave. I lie in bed listening to him use the bathroom. The shower clicks on, clicks off. His shaver clicks on, clicks off. At 6am precisely the buzzer trills; the car is here to take him to the airport. He's running late. I hear him bumping about and swearing and he leaves without saying goodbye....
I was roommate during my college years with two sisters, Priscilla and Celeste. I had known them since 6th grade, so they were okay living with me. Both were lesbians, which I respected and secretly liked having looked at a lot of lesbian porn behind their backs, but they asked about it one night. I denied it, but was forced to admit to it after they showed...
One of my favorite pastimes is people watching. I usually head to the queer-owned coffeehouse in town, Divas, a couple times a week to catch a cappuccino or two. I'd just sit outside and enjoy the view of all the Femmes walking down the street. I am talking to the Bros, and this vision of loveliness walks up to us looking lost and confused. "Excuse me, could...
When my husband started posting my pictures online I left him too it, but as I saw the pictures of normal people having sex I got so turned on. Eventually, I realised it wasn't only the sex that excited me but also the wide variety of women posting on the site we like! There was something incredibly erotic about seeing normal women like me sharing themselves...
Warm blurs of light play over the darkness of my closed eyelids. A warm summer breeze cools my skin, fighting to keep me comfortable against the sun's heat. The sounds of people swimming and children playing nearby make me feel like I could be any age, in any year, and the pool is simply an eternal place where summer never ends. Of course, things are a bit d...