Megan had always had an ability to put everything else out of her mind when it came time to perform. It was one of the reasons her swing choir director, unbeknownst to her, considered Megan one of her favorites. (And only one of the reasons, but perhaps we'll get into that a bit later on in the story...) As she and the rest of the group found their homeroom...
I have never rejected the idea of having a woman as a lover, yet neither did I dream I would ever pursue it. This particular night I was sitting in a little corner bar I sometimes go to. One of those dark, smoky places you frequent when you want to blend in and seemingly disappear. I wasn't expecting to hook up with anyone, let alone a woman. I had just fini...
Akiko had gotten used to her frequent interactions with men, actually enjoying the way they made her feel, and the money she earned, despite the fact that prostitutes such as herself were considered outcastes, hinin, or nonhuman, by the rest of society. With how many people were coming to her, it certainly didn't feel as though she was a member of the outcas...
I squirmed playfully as the silk scarves are wrapped tightly around each of my ankles in turn. Looking down my body at James I can feel myself getting wetter, I am completely naked, and am watching him secure the scarves to the bed posts from between my breasts. My nipples already semi erect and I can see he is as turned on as I am by our little game, his co...
It was the hot sun burning my ample 38c breasts that had awoken me. I had stretched out to sunbathe under the cool shadow of the tall palm tree, my back nestled softly into the cool sand. The early morning love making with my girl friend, in the log cabin we had rented on the lonely stretch of beach, had worn us both out and we had followed it with a refresh...
This story is dedicated to Claire, she knows who she is. For being my inspiration, my encouragement and my proof-reader for this story. Thanks hun! ----------------------------------- Slumping low in the soft cushioned cinema seat she bit her bottom lip, holding back the silent tears threatening to spill at the ridiculously mushy scene on the screen before...
My name is Ceren Armaghan, and I'm a young Turkish woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm an international student at Carleton University right here in the Capital. Whenever I tell people that I come from Turkey, they always assume that I am Muslim. Nothing wrong with being a Muslim, of course, but not everybody in Turkey is Muslim. The...
After saying good-night to her husband and 3 kids, Hayley trotted to the end of the drive where her friend Victoria was waiting in her minivan. As she ran, Victoria couldn't help but notice Hayley's full breasts bounce with each step and be a little envious. It was girls night out, another product party at their friend Cara's, at least tonight would be a lit...
It was a hot summer night. We were sitting on the patio by the pool with another couple, Rich and Rachel, who had come over for an evening of food and conversation. All of us were in suits and the evening air was hot and muggy. There was music playing in the background. It wasn't too loud, but loud enough that you could hear it over the sounds of the neighbo...
A mistress is better than a master. It was Christmas 1898 and Anna was fed up. Fed up because it was cold and miserable,fed up because she was alone, and fed up because her mother had arranged for Thomas to visit that evening. Thomas was, to Anna's mother, the ideal husband; 30 years old, from good stock, already a man of land and property and certain to i...