Anne slipped the tooth brush from her frothy mouth and spit, flashing the mirror in front of her an overstated, almost cartoonish grin. She turned her head side to side just a bit, checking her teeth, before her lips came back together in a smile. Bright blonde strands of hair peeked from under the thick towel wrapped over her hair. She straightened herself...
(I must thank not only patricia51 but also a new friend who appears to have a sense of my overwordiness. Enjoy. And please remember this and only the stories on this site are copyright to me.) The messenger service was different than the usual one we use. The bike rider was directed to my cube and stood by with a flat envelope and a clipboard for me to si...
My name is Shamika Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, square Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I run a shelter for immigrants and refugees known as the House of Life. I wear glasses, I'm somewhat curvy, with big tits and a big round ass. I also wear glasses. I'm in my forties and still not married because nobody can stand having me around. I'm yo...
It all started as a bit of a joke. I was picking up my E-mails on my home P.C, when the doorbell rang. It was my wife's friend Jill, she had come to see Jane my wife. I let her in and took her through to Jane who was in the lounge. Jill had just got a new job selling lingerie at house party's, and had brought her case around to let Jane have a sneak preview...
It has been a very stressful couple of weeks, working nonstop to make up for the time lost during the quarantine. The world is slowly starting to come out of it gradually relaxing the restriction in order to allow things to get back to normal, whichever new normal that would be. Here I was in my tiny office typing away at my keyboard, my eyes glued to the sc...
(Those of you who have enjoyed my stories know that I try to give my characters depth and real emotion. I try to put them into real situations and have them react as real people. Well, this story isn't one of those. This has no moral conclusion or message. The plot is pretty flimsy. No insult is meant to any of the very nice butches I have met before. Please...
[To my readers: Here's that rare exception in my stories, two tales about the same character, Marjorie the lesbian English professor. Since they're both pretty short, I'm combining them here.] * I looked at the beautiful Kelly and shivered. What a lovely young woman she was. I felt truly blessed that she had agreed to be in bed with me. I put my hands unde...
We've now been apart for some time and the sexual tension is incredible thick. Our desires drip from our lips with ever word and flow through our fingers with each email. I rush home from work each day in anticipation of what email awaits. We both send each other sexy letters and have the occasional bouts of phone sex. But we have both been longing for more....
I woke up to the feeling of clamps being put on. Wincing a little bit I sat up to see Cherise grabbing a bag of clothespins, and heavy clamps. She smiled at me as she pushed my head back down onto the pillow. "Now now, behave yourself, no need to get up. We're going to have some fun today." She said with a sly smile. I'd been living with her for about six m...
I awake to a terrible stinging pain in my right cheek. My eyes fly open, only to see The Bitch smirking down at me. "Hello slut." She said in that same, cold tone. "I have a present for you. Close your eyes." I cocked my head to the side, wondering what possibly she has for me. And even though I know it's not a smart idea, I close my eyes. I feel something...