Prologue It was dark the night I laid eyes upon her for the first time. I remember seeing her dance, lights flashing around her, music thumping through the large room. She was beautiful, eyes like shining emeralds, hair like a midnight wave of the sea, too dark at the time to tell its true color. Her skin was the color of butterscotch, warm and glowing with...
Chapter 3: At the Apartment. Dedicated to Veronica and her Goth Slut Dreams... As the four girls traveled together toward Jennifer's apartment, Monica had worked her hand under Jennifer's black leather miniskirt while she was driving, and Ronni and Vixxen were locked in a clinch in the back seat. Monica heard a strange sound and looked over her shoulder...
I have never like Birthdays and Christmas, I always found that celebrating another year older was always another year closer to death, although I have never been afraid to die, I was always afraid to loose what I had learned in life, although some believe that when the body dies, the life essence or soul lives on, my self I believe that when you die, you are...
Parking, or How to Spend a Friday Night in a Small Town One of life's more frustrating paradoxes deal with the issue of personal space. The more you need it, the less likely you are to have it. Take me for example. Here I am home for the summer from college staying with my parents, living in the same room as when I was in High School. Not exactly the enviro...
"Ding," the doorbell rang, and Miranda stopped breathing for a moment. "Ding, ding," the doorbell rang, and she grabbed her glass, knocking it back before realizing it was empty. She grabbed the bottle, and it was empty, too. Getting up from the table, she swayed slightly and went to the kitchen sink, getting a glass from the cupboard and filling it from the...
"I'm off to work!" I was laying across my bed reading a book and listening to music when my roommate and friend, LaDonna, peeked into my room. "Ok, girl," I said, looking up briefly from the page that I was reading. "Make me a lot of money," I joked, though I already knew that she would. She had recently gotten a job as a waitress a little over a month befo...
Prologue Where do I even begin in trying to describe my friends? How does one even pick a single point that might possibly give you even the smallest idea of what these bitches are really like? Don't get me wrong, I adore them all, each and every one of them, they just drive me crazy sometimes. I've known a couple of them for most of my life, the rest kind...
"What are your thoughts on straight girls?" We're texting about threesomes. We live in different cities, so we spend a lot of time texting and chatting, and the subject often turns to sex. Especially since we started fucking a couple months ago. The last time we visited, she asked me how I felt about threesomes. Then she made me spill out my deepest, slutti...
Let me begin by saying a little about myself. First, I am a 32 year old recently divorced woman, but at the time this story took place I was 30 and still married. I had never had a lesbian experience, and quite honestly I had never even consciously entertained the idea. I am 5'6" tall with short brown hair and green eyes. I try and keep myself in good shape...
Jamie couldn't believe how she had gotten herself into this situation. The situation being that she was on all fours, licking the asshole of a tight-bodied Asian girl, while she was receiving the fucking of her life from a gorgeous Latina. It felt like that girl was going to split her in half with the strap-on that she was plowing into Jamie's sloppy wet cun...