Ch. 1 I was on tour in Egypt, or more honestly on assignment in Egypt. I am a photojournalist for a small women's magazine in New York. They send me off at times to take pictures around the world, of women, culture, whatever would seem interesting to the readers back home. This trip was actually an addition to a vacation that I was taking to the Nile so I h...
How are you folks doing today? I want to tell you the story of how I met my wife. I was only a University freshman when I met her. She was simply the most amazing chick on campus. Vanessa Saint Richard. Daughter of Boston-based Haitian-American Lawyer James Saint Richard and Brazilian-born Canadian Real Estate Legend Maria Ramos. A five-foot-nine, lean and a...
The Women's Erotic Liberation Circle held this retreat on the Oregon coast, where I decided to actively mindfuck one of the newer women. Her name was Tara Louise, and she was a real estate agent from Sacramento. Curvy girl, mid-40's, five-foot-ninish, lovely pale skin, light red curly hair, very busty, and dressed like she was meeting a client. She stood up...
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...
Black stilettos. The shiny kind, at least four inches tall. I was on a mission to find them, I had to have them; they were oxygen, and I couldn't breathe. So there I sat, clicking away at all my usual fetish wear websites, eyes flicking over page after page of women with fake tans, fake breasts, and these hollow, fake smiles. There is nothing sadder than a w...
"That's all it is sweetheart." she intoned again in that honey-dripping voice. "Just a little scrap of fabric. All that's between me and you." My pussy quivered a pulse a bolt of all the possibilities of what she could do to me ran through my head at once, in an instant. She looked at me over the dinner table. We were closer than two diners should be to ea...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...
This is a short followup to my first Beloved of Ashura story. Like others, I wanted to see if I could do a complete story in 750 words. It was slightly easier using established characters. I hope you enjoy it! * The air was heavy with smoke as the sound of battle faded. Dove looked around for another foe, but Rayven was the only person close. She sighed wi...
She did not like the railway station and cringed her nostrils in disgust. The Nizamuddin railway station was packed with peddlers, beggars nomads and passengers translating the whole stage into pure pandemonium. 'What a madhouse,' she protested as usual. 'This is our country, there is a method in this madness,' her father defended the melee. The dust,...
Woke up this morning feeling so alive, so invigorated, and filled with eager anticipation. Tonight was the night that Debbie was bringing her friends and Sharon over and my pussy was dripping just thinking about it. I sat at the kitchen table thinking about how I was going to get mother and daughter together. After considering the many possibilities the best...