I have close friends who know secrets about me, but there is one that I've never found the courage to tell. So I'm going to tell it here. Strangers can be easier to talk to. My name is Sasha and I am a graphic arts student, the only daughter of a Scots architect and a French actress. I have enjoyed the benefits (and sometimes suffered the confusion) of ha...
"Baby, they will start winning soon, I promise!" Mona and Anna were drinking beer in a karaoke pub in Friedrichshain. The redhead was doing her best to cheer up her girlfriend after yet another poor performance by AC Milan. "I don't know anymore, baby. I just don't know. We'll end up in Serie B if it continues like this." Anna's love for the Italian team...
By no means would Madelyn Knight ever have considered herself an unhappy woman. The 33-year old brunette would have said quite the opposite had anyone ever put the question to her. She had a good job as a Financial Planner and was well-respected in her position. In fact, in a little under a decade, she was on the fast track to becoming a partner. She seemed...
Erin didn't say anything thankfully, which was good because Mindy needed as few distractions as possible. Between the car that was still bouncing around like an angry bull, the cries and moans of arousal still sounding off mere inches behind her, and the air growing increasingly stickier and mustier, it was already difficult to keep her eyes on the road. But...
My name is Kristin Benedict. A five-foot-ten, curvaceous Black woman in my early twenties. I've got short hair, medium brown skin and pale gray eyes. My father James Benedict is Haitian-American. He works as a heart surgeon at Mass General. That's actually where he met my mother Juanita Sanchez. She came to the emergency room with her sick aunt during his fi...
"You know, my sugary sweetness, I love seeing you wear the nipple rings and chain. It's very sexy and I like the idea that you're chained to me -- figuratively, of course. We'll practice with Brutus until you're comfortable with the idea that he's chained to your tits, uh, breasts." Lyssa held one end of the chain to her breasts and let the other end dangle...
Author's Note: Thanks to angel love for her excellent editing. * "Emma Louise Carlton! – Come to the front of the class." Emma squirmed in her chair, her shoes clicked together nervously and she sucked in her bottom lip. She knew that to delay would only anger Sister Judith even more, but she also knew what was coming. She mustered the strength to releas...
Jasmine was so nervous. In just one hour her first big party was going to begin and she hoped everything would be ready. The doorbell rang. It must be Nadia, she had promised to come earlier to help her with the last decorations. Jasmine ran to the door. When she opened, her best friend jumped and hugged her so tight. "Jazz! Oh my God. I've missed you so...
Author's Note: This work, my first, would not be possible without the assistance and comments of Carey Thomas, the author of a wonderful set of lesbian romances with characters who interweave among her stories. Her work is published at Literotica.com. She reviewed drafts of certain parts of this book, and I have included, with her permission and changed name...
As I lay masturbating in my bed, I choked off a sob of frustration. I had sworn I wouldn't torture myself this way any longer. But every night, I would see images of Cindy: her long blond hair tumbling down over her shoulders as she undressed. Her white undergarments from Sears (so I imagined) straining at the seams until she freed her flesh, just slightly c...