Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I recall that for about 3-1/2 weeks each month I was the husband of a seemingly happy wife who was, in fact, eager to give me a blow job in the morning, then again in the afternoon as soon as I got home from the base before I changed my clothes. (She liked the 13 button fro...
This is the first time I have ever tried to write a story like this...so it probably isn't written well...as I was just writing it down as it came into my head. Basically it is about this girl and I...we've never met..but if we ever do, we're going to be lesbians together...cause she totally wants me. This was a fantasy I had and wrote down for her...I thoug...
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...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 9 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MORNING BANTER TO BRING THE WEEK TO A CLOSE 9 and I awoke aroun...
There's something intensely arousing about sensory deprivation. In complete darkness, every touch is magnified a thousand times, every scent more concentrated, every sound echoes. It was my girlfriend's idea to try it, to blindfold each other and fumble through the velvet dark towards ecstasy. When my nails grazed her skin, she giggled. My fingers skated o...
My hand was heavy on the doorknob as I felt it turn. I felt I had raised the dead as I walked through the fence gate it rattled so, but I wanted this in the worst way and all my anxiety would not make me turn back to my car now. I felt as if She was watching me, needing to know if I obeyed every direction. I looked around the flower garden, nothing moved....
It was ten days later when I was sitting home on a Monday night and the phone rang. It wasn't quite late, around ten, but still rather late for most of my friends to be calling. I answered with my customary hello and I recognized her husky alto immediately, "Come to me now." There was no hesitation in my reply, "yes, Mistress." I tore into my bedroom and s...
Tanya knocked on the door, waiting for Erica to answer. She had butterflies in her stomach as she heard the footsteps coming closer to the door. She wasn't sure if she could, or should continue with the thing she had come here for. Erica was a lesbian, and Tanya had come here for sex. Erica had been working with Rick for six weeks. He suspected she was at l...
For the second morning in a row Helen rolled over to find herself in Sam's bed, woken by the light filtering through the thin curtains. For a while she just lay there, watching her lover sleep, feeling a deep inner contentment that had been missing for so long from her life. She thought over the events of last night; she was still somewhat surprised by how s...
I guess you could say my introduction to the lesbian lifestyle was slow, sweet and beautiful. I welcomed her into my arms and into my bed just as naturally as if we'd always been together. It was the first time for either of us but it turned out we'd both known for a long time that we were either bi or lesbian and were afraid to do anything about it. I kno...