One afternoon after school, I was watching TV in my living room when my mom yelled for me to come to her room at once. She sounded mad, so I felt afraid as I walked through the hall and kitchen. I got there to see her with my phone. I had left in the pocket of the pants I wore for school and she was about to wash them, so I thought she was mad I forgot to ta...
As with all my other stories, I'm not bothering to retype my physical description again. If you want to know how I look, it's in the story "I thought she was straight." I wrote a story about an adventure with a girl in the Navy, but she's not the only one I fooled around with who was in the military. Seriously, the Navy is like a lesbian magnet. Anyway, this...
This story is one I've been wanting to write ever since I started working in a grocery store. Now that I'm leaving, I've finally gotten around to writing it. It isn't based on a true story, just a silly fantasy. It's the shortest (and probably cheesiest) story I've written, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Here's to those of us who bag your groceries, sto...
A girl never forgets her first orgasm. The discovery, the exploration, the exhilaration, followed by that small amount of guilt at what we've done. For a girl is conditioned to think her own sexual pleasure is naughty and unnatural. Or at least that is how it was for Kira. In a Christian household female sexual desire is considered dirty. She grew up watchin...
Transference Ch. 02: Meredith Logan If Kara Brandon was the All American Girl, Meredith Logan was the antithesis. Meredith Logan was 42. Reared in a strict Irish Catholic household in Boston with an abusive father she took to alcohol, drugs and sex as early as possible. Meredith Logan was the "plain" looking girl from high school and college. The plain...
The night after Petal was sold as a slave to Swat in Maria’s bar in Skala Eressos, and after a full day of Petal submitting to Swat’s every desire, Bb and Petal are handed their next Race Around The World envelope by Maria and Ingrid. The instructions read: Bid farewell to the pleasures of Lesbos, you are off to Turkey! You must catch the morning boat fro...
This is a continuation of my other story: The Training. Barely eight minutes after my massive orgasm I was walking back towards the Common Room. My clitoris was still very sensitive and I could feel the wetness in my thong, some of which had escaped and now coated my upper thighs. The elastic at the back of the thong was saturated and I felt it more than be...
Sandra had a great yearning to make love outdoors, an event she had never accomplished, although these days she found herself thinking about it frequently, and the desire seemed to be growing rather than waning. She was an efficient young woman, a university lecturer in medieval history, and she hated interfering obsessions. She had her work, after all, and...
"Would it make it more awkward if I moved closer?" she said. I couldn't say anything. I hardly ever did those days; it wasn't as if I didn't want to let her know that's what I'd been thinking about all evening. We were at a party of sorts, but nothing typical of the average college student: no alcohol, no blasting music, no sweaty bodies. I could attribute...
It started like any other night. Pizza, a movie, awkward conversation. I was staring at her noticeably fake boobs when my roommate asked her what turned her on. I blushed because I was a proper sort of gal – not one to talk about such things in mixed company. And anyway, I wasn't sure I wanted my roommate to know what turned on the girl that I had been...