Sarah leaned back against her small desk chair, stretching out her slender legs until they hit the wall beneath the desk, her hands stretching out behind her as her fingers intertwined, a small tired moan erupting from her. She readjusted her position before assuming her work, her gaze constantly shifting the time at the bottom of the screen. Sarah was an a...
Mistresses Melba the Black Spanking Queen My name is Melba and I am a 46 year old single black woman living in Oakland, California. My husband left me 14 years ago for another woman. Turned out she was a good looking young white girl with big knockers that he had been fucking for over two years on the side. I am a big woman tipping the scales at 240 lbs. I...
Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It had been a long tiring day at the office and Xanthe’s mind had wandered to her plans for the weekend. S...
Thank you all for your acceptance and I hope enjoyment of previous efforts. I can't speak for other authors, but I do take the comments, good and not so complimentary to improve my submissions. At the urging, insistence in fact, of one particular critic (in the helpful manner) I herewith present two separate small items in one submission. * Workout UUUUU...
Lynne called the other day and asked to have lunch with me. That could mean only one thing. She had another match for me. Lynne runs a lesbian matching making service that comes perilously close to being an escort service and hence prostitution. The only thing that keeps it legal is the fact that both parties to the match must pay a fee for the introduction....
Everybody in this story is over eighteen. You should be too! Perhaps it will only make real sense if you have already read 'Fenella's Feelings' – an 'exhibitionist' story. Fenella takes up her own story:- My experience in the shoe-store, when the original, male, assistant wasn't around, and a pretty young girl helped me try on a pair of high-heeled, sexy b...
Alicia couldn't believe what she was doing. Less than an hour ago she was just a lonely college girl who'd barely even kissed anyone. Now, she found herself being led by a woman who was to be called mommy, to a car outside of the bar. She shook with nerves as she got into the passenger seat, feeling herself slide around a bit on the leather seats due to her...
Note: This short work of fiction includes sensory deprived self-bondage and passionate lesbian sex. If this is not your thing, please click away now. All characters involved are 18+. It was a beautiful fall afternoon on the outskirts of Boston. A Friday, the weekend had just begun. Suzy playfully shuffled her feet through the fallen red, orange and yellow l...
Author's note: This is part of a series of stories about Jacqueline DeNorlan, a famous sculptor and her submissive, a young Assistant District Attorney named Victoria Lerner. I want to test them out before thinking about writing more than the three stories that already exist on my hard drive. So, feel free to comment on the story, critical remark are espec...
Lizette wasn't a bad boss, as bosses go, in fact she's a pleasure to deal with in a professional capacity. There can be some real bitches in the world of interior design. I'd been fantasying over her for months, ever since she'd started working here, she was a tall, dark haired, Latin looking beauty, with firm boobs and a tanned shapely figure. We'd been fo...