This time I was the one sat on the toilet, with Mel stood up in front of me. Her PVC pencil skirt was in bunches around her waist, pushed up there by my furious hands as they searched frantically for her crotch. Her sodden black lace panties were around the ankles of her leather knee-high boots, quickly pulled down as my I sought out her clit. Instantly I...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. It seeks to explore lesbian masochism, which I know exists. It was my husband's fault. Really. Mike was a horny bastard, and something of a voyeur. And that was how he lost me – simple as that. We used to go to a lot of parties, with other young married couples, many of us fancying each other's partners like mad....
Thanks to those of you who have written and told me how much you loved the first three chapters. Here's the latest chapter and definitely the horniest night of my life. Please send me your comments to the email address in my profile. Until chapter five, enjoy! This contains material of an adult nature. Do not read if you are easily offended by explicit li...
Chapter 2 – Exploration I awoke in darkness. Aroused, sticky-mouthed, hot and momentarily disorientated. I was still in the rubber suit and the dildo was still inside my pussy. It was moving! It jogged again and for a moment I thought I was dreaming but then it twisted in me and I came fully awake. "Hello Katie," said Jenny's voice out of the darkness,...
My younger eighteen-year old sister Kathy and I were sprawled out on the living room floor looking at the photos and the lingerie ads in a hot fashion magazine. We were admiring the beautiful women and the sexy clothes they were wearing. I don't know what Kathy was thinking but I was getting turned on by some of the photos showing short skirts that barely co...
This was my first attempt at adult fiction, written back in 2003 as a piece of fan-art for a now defunct website I used to subscribe to. This is part 1 and there are two other parts that form the whole sordid tale. Any feedback would be gratefully received and if there is a demand I will publish the other two parts. This is a totally fictional tale of extr...
Mary looked with uncertainty at the granite statue placed between a pair of stars on either side. It was of an ancient Greek queen with a Sapphire and gold necklace built into the granite statue. Mary mused that it might be the goddess Hera or Athena from the gold wreath crown on her head. She looked around at the historical opulence of her surroundings, and...
This story has taken a different path from the original conception thanks to feedback from one reader. While it would have been nice if the comment had not been anonymous and maybe a little more polite, it did at least spur me into writing the next instalment from a different perspective and this is the result. As always, your constructive feedback is great...
A smile crosses my lips as I pack my bag and recall our last time together. We had such fun in Vegas and I know we are going to have a good time in Colorado. Having packed my bag I scan my closet and decide what I am going to wear. After pulling almost everything off their hangers, I decide on a red skirt with black accents, a black silk top, red silk bra, b...
Quinn had come to a decision. Hot, humid summers in New York were not good for long hair. After several years of monthly trims, and daily time consuming blow-dries, she wanted a new look to go with her new job. She was on a brief vacation before starting her new position as northeastern marketing director for "Dorothy", a lesbian oriented women's sports/fi...