How does one begin? How do you write about the secrets that haunt you, the thoughts you keep even from yourself? Worse, how do you not express the things you hide in the dark? Letting them out seems terrifying, but keeping them in is eating me alive. I can't think about it by myself. I can't talk about it with my husband. I don't know what my friends would...
My name is Kelly Brownstone. A six-foot-one, voluptuous and dark-skinned young black woman living in the city of Milton, Massachusetts. If you can call this sort of thing living. I now reside in a tiny shed not far from the house of a woman I once loved. A woman who betrayed me and took everything away from me. My money. My job. My pride. My dignity. My free...
Jan closed the heavy wooden door and then leaned against it and sighed deeply. What a morning, she thought. First Bob, her husband of over twenty years, lost his briefcase. She'd found it for him and was trying to get breakfast ready, when Eric, her eldest, announced he was quitting his job. This provoked a fight with his father that Jan broke up only by ste...
Jack & Sharon Williams were the perfect couple. Both were blonde, tall, athletic and good looking. They were always on each other's arms at parties and hosted many events for the local church. After renting for two years after their marriage, they had finally decided to make the big purchase: a home of their own. Jack was proving himself indispensable to t...
Our car pulled up outside Mrs Kumila's substantial villa. It was, she had told me, paid for out of her husband's business but he saw little of it - spending most of his time in the Middle East. She was more than happy with the arrangement for it gave her the freedom to indulge her preference for Sapphic love. And so it was that we walked up the steps, hand i...
Woke up this morning feeling so alive, so invigorated, and filled with eager anticipation. Tonight was the night that Debbie was bringing her friends and Sharon over and my pussy was dripping just thinking about it. I sat at the kitchen table thinking about how I was going to get mother and daughter together. After considering the many possibilities the best...
Summary: Lonely wife uses Craigslist to rekindle her lust for cunt. Note: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, Dave, and Wayne for editing this story. CUNT ADDICTION: A BLACK EUPHORIA Was it wrong for me to return to my sordid, taboo, submissive past? Likely. Was it wrong for me to cheat on my husband by serving a plethora of cunts? Likely. Do I re...
Riding the train home from a Manhattan business appointment one evening, I found a copy of The Village Voice that someone left behind. I skimmed through it and came eventually to the classified ads. I like reading Personals. There were the usual ads such as I’d seen in my local paper. You know, men seeking women, women seeking men, singles in search of relat...
A few months ago my husband Bill and I went to Berlin for a holiday. Actually it was a double celebration -- my 48th birthday and our 25th wedding anniversary a couple of days later. It was our first visit there and we had a lovely time seeing the impressive sights of the city and strolling in the Tiergarten in the sun. On the night of my birthday we went ou...
(Germaine and Marie-Jeanne) A LESBIAN STORY ***** Germaine could not stop looking at her watch. She was anxiously waiting to finish her shift at the restaurant where she works at as a waitress. Over time, she became the most popular and favorite server in town, especially with the men. She was always dressed up impeccably, looking very pretty for her exte...