"Well, what are you waiting for? Lick my pussy!" demanded Tara. Madelynn looked at the crotch in front of her that was hidden behind the red cotton thong. She wanted to get up from her kneeling position and run out of the parlor, but knew it would only make things worse. Closing her eyes, Madelynn moved her lips to Tara's crotch. A sigh escaped from Tara's...
"Okay now the hard part," chirped Gracie. Gracie was Nicole's hairdresser, and for all intents and purposes mine as well. Ever since Susan blackmailed me into a lesbian relationship with her cousin Nicole I have been trapped as Nicole's sex slave. Forced to act the way she wants, dress the way she wants and even have my hair and makeup done the way she want...
This was my first attempt at adult fiction, written back in 2003 as a piece of fan-art for a now defunct website I used to subscribe to. This is part 1 and there are two other parts that form the whole sordid tale. Any feedback would be gratefully received and if there is a demand I will publish the other two parts. This is a totally fictional tale of extr...
Lynne called the other day and asked to have lunch with me. That could mean only one thing. She had another match for me. Lynne runs a lesbian matching making service that comes perilously close to being an escort service and hence prostitution. The only thing that keeps it legal is the fact that both parties to the match must pay a fee for the introduction....
From the first time she walked into my shop I wanted her. I love femmes, particularly older ones. And I have a definite affinity towards nicely dressed, fit, attractive ones. I know, who doesn't? You don't have to be 50, black and butch for that. My name is Serena. I'm a single lesbian living in, well, perhaps that's not important. I own and operate a shop...
The front door opened with a slam, and Erin stumbled through the door while carrying groceries with both hands. Her legs felt heavy, as if they were weigh down by lead, and she had trouble keeping her eyes open. The medium length wavy, dark brown hair on her head that was tied in a bun was now matted and in partial disarray. "Ohhhhhh..." moaned Erin in disc...
We stared at the screen, the account was in the first person written by Emm: I remember being drugged, waking I found myself shackled securely to a St Andrew's Cross. Feeling intoxicated and euphoric, I gazed around the room, there was a small table next to the cross. Looking down at it, I saw a tall glass jar containing a clear liquid, and next to it a se...
This is a work of fantasy, inspired by my love for riding motorcycles and the enjoyment of nature. Any resemblance to persons who read these words are welcome to join me, and make the fantasy theirs, too. Lori decided to "dress" her new friend for the ride, so she opened her saddlebag and withdrew a pair of riding chaps and handed them to Val. "Why don't...
I arrived at Passionella HQ at 6 pm as agreed and the building was already buzzing with excitement. The company's senior management in the desirable form of Linda, Charlotte and Emma were organising caterers, furniture and each other in equal shares but each took the time to give me a peck on both cheeks. I was ushered into Yellow private room to change and...
Serephine's breathing was shallow and rushed. She was preparing herself as instructed by her Mistress. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror she admired the shine of the latex mask she wore. Covering the upper half of her face it transformed how she looked. The two pointed ears unmistakably transforming her into the cat she loved to play. As she turned aw...