****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter two of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from the...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
By the time Penny left the Zambesi dress boutique in city centre Sydney for the half hour drive back to her home in North Sydney on Beauty Point, she was completely physically and emotionally drained from her long day of sexual activities at the hands of the owner, Emily, and her beautiful assistant Amanda who had slowly and seductively introduced her to the...
I slept late the next morning, and on waking saw Joan looking at me. "Good morning lover," she said, smiling. "Sleep well?" She didn't need a reply, I just kissed her and melted into her arms. We kissed again and again, long kisses with dueling tongues as we held each other tight, tits pressing into each others, and legs between each others pressing into ou...
You looked beautiful in a new dress that flattered your curvy figure -- black, short sleeves, knee length and a bit flared at the bottom. A scoop neck was classy, but revealing. Your bronze-brown hair was hanging below your shoulders. I had trimmed my beard, shaved my head and was wearing a new suit and tie you picked out after I lost 15 pounds -- not bad f...
My name is Elisabeth Medeiros. I'm a six-foot-one lean and muscular young woman of African and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Newport, Rhode Island. I'm an out and proud Black lesbian, and everyone knows about it. From my friends and classmates at the University of Rhode Island to my family members in the City of Champions. I don't hide who or wh...
I was a fortunate young woman in Rome, the capital of the greatest empire. I was wealthy and of the patrician class. My family owned estates and thousands of slaves who worked our huge farms. Even though a young lady at age 18, I was not yet married off. I was also expected to learn the businesses of my family. So one day I found myself in the countryside,...
Brianna and Patrick's bed was very comfortable. Her and I just laid for a long time talking and cruising social media on our phones. Somewhat unsurprisingly (considering the mood I was in), I found myself swiping through handmade lingerie on Etsy. Looking at each piece, I wondered if Brianna would enjoy wearing it and showed her a few to get her opinion. It...
Continuance of chapters 1-3. I'd really appreciate feedback & critique.. All characters are 18+! Enjoy * When I came back, the house was in perfect condition, especially after I lit some of the sweet smelling candles then subtly dimmed the lights. It was 4:15 and I was putting the finishing touches on our romantic dinner, which included, sautéd chicken...
Since I kept everyone waiting, we'll jump right to the good stuff. Enjoy. More of the series to come. Oh, by the way, this story is complete and total fiction. Any similarities to actual people are purely accidental. * Her nipples felt as hard as pebbles. She gasped as she felt the tip of a tongue flick across it. Then soft, wet lips slid down, engulfing h...