My name is Miranda Hill. I'm a tall, slender and deliciously big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman living in the Back Bay area of Boston, Massachusetts. After many years as a WNBA superstar, I left the fast-growing world of women's professional sports and returned to college. I wanted to mentor young women, especially young Black women. I felt there was...
Jessica had watched her sister-in-law abuse her brother for years - verbally, emotionally, and even at times sexually. In a way, despite being John's sister, Jessica couldn't blame Ellery. John was weak-willed, and unwilling to defend himself. Not only that, but Ellery was an absolute powerhouse of sexual might - her breasts were huge, her body well-proporti...
I search the bar at SEATAC, the Seattle-Tacoma airport, for prey. If my quarry is a lesbian traveling alone, there isn't much of a challenge. No challenge, but good sex. It gets tricky if there's a lesbian couple in the bar. With a couple, the chance of successfully intruding into a committed relationship is hard to figure. If the women have no interest in a...
Woman on woman force isn't normally thought about, it's a side-fetish at best, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. This is a collection of stories about exactly that, following a woman that is either a predator of other woman, or a target of one or more woman herself. Type of force don't really matter, the POV character must stay consistent, and may inv...
Hello, there. My name is Charlene O'Brien. A five-foot-ten, lean and wiry young Irishwoman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I'm twenty years old and currently reside in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a Probation Officer with the Brockton Municipal Court system. I'm openly gay, and live alone in an apartment in Brockton's South Side. This s...
So, I thought, this is how it ends. And yet the day had begun so promisingly. With Ayesha, who had been sent to spy on my Sapphic activity by the Imams, compromised into silence by Jess's forceful introduction to its delights, and Princess Damila satisfied by the Sultan and myself, we had shored up the strategy of supporting the Al-Amadin clan, provided th...
When I got out of the shower the next morning, dripping and steamy, I called to Ann-Marie: "Did you finish making the bed and setting my place for breakfast, Ann-Marie?" "Yes, I did, Mistress." "Good. Now come in here like I told you." The bathroom door creaked open, and Ann-Marie entered on her hands and knees, naked, with her eyes cast downward and her...
This story has taken a different path from the original conception thanks to feedback from one reader. While it would have been nice if the comment had not been anonymous and maybe a little more polite, it did at least spur me into writing the next instalment from a different perspective and this is the result. As always, your constructive feedback is great...
Megan was sitting in her living room watching TV. The show date room where contests searches the rooms of the people they wanted to date was on. The show was about a woman looking for the perfect Slave girl. Megan Laughed at the show. "How fake. They really want us to buy into the fact that she a real domme. Please! What you think Tiffany?" Asked Megan....
There are a lot of strange things that go through a person's mind. Take me for example. My name is Elisha Brown. In every way, I am a strong Black woman. I hold a bachelor's of science degree in the field of Business Administration from the prestigious Howard University. I'm currently working on my Master's degree in Business Administration at Boston College...