"Does it still hurt?" Nina asked. Liz fingered the purple-blue bruise above her cheekbone. She glanced back at Nina in the mirror and tried not to scoff at her new teammate's concern. This massive shiner was all her fault and she didn't even realise. Too wrapped up in the impossible glossiness of Nina's legs, Liz hadn't seen the ball coming. It was a powerf...
Through the Stargate - Response 2 Since late August I'd been thinking about us; about our beginnings nearly 10 years ago. About standing on that street corner desperately wanting to kiss you but instead talking about the architecture of the building across from us. I'd been thinking about the day we moved in to our first apartment together; then moving i...
Hailey's hips bucked slightly as Daisy slid his tongue deeper between her velvet lips. His probing tongue enjoying greater access to her juicy flesh with each thrust his worn and widened butt hole received from the ten inch dildo that hung from Brenda's waist. Brenda's hands rested on the hips of her one time boyfriend as she rhythmically fucked him with the...
Hello friend. Welcome to my series, Wheels In Motion. This is a slow-building lesbian romance story. There is no sex in the first few chapters. If that's not your groove, please feel free to skip it and go find something else that works for you. I promise I won't be hurt, and you'll be happier. It's win-win! You don't have to have read my other works to en...
Mistress Agnes. With Sherri tightly strapped into the chair and her legs spread wide I thought I'd leave the rest to Marie. I was keen to observe how she behaved. I was certainly pleased at the start at how she dealt with Sherri when she decided to be uppity about wearing the ball gag. I know she doesn't like them, but she also knows that what she likes, or...
Author's note: Please note that everyone involved is of legal age. The hot torrid sun cast down upon my excited body. I had been left sitting in a lawn chair, pants dragged to my ankles leaving me venerable to the whims of two young women. The sexual torture had been magnificent, but not as good as the lesbian acts they had engaged in while they thought I w...
Jessica's head was trapped between the other woman's legs, her mouth pressed against her opponent's pussy. Her nose was free, so she could at least breathe, but that also meant that all she could smell was this slightly salty, slightly musky smell of a turned-on woman. The smell would be probably enough to have her ready to go by itself, but now it was only...
It all started about 3 months ago when I was in my car accident. I was in a cast from nearly head to toe for 8 weeks and in the hospital all that time. My doctor assured me that with adequate physical therapy, I would have no long-term effects. That is where I met Katheryn. Kat, as I called her, was a 26 year old physical therapist, young and full of life. S...
A breast cast is made when a woman allows fresh plaster to be spread across her chest, and when it hardens over a period of time, it creates a perfect mold of her feminine features. It's pure art where mother nature is the true star. This process has been used by women with breast cancer for either their personal memories or public displays. The end resul...
Disclaimers: The characters are my own creation. This is part 2 of “Two Halves, One Soul”. This story picks up where the last one ended. Constructive criticism/feedback is much appreciated. A heartfelt thanks goes out to my beta reader. I couldn’t have done this without your input, support, and corrections. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sleek black Harley hugs...