This story is a follow-up to the original, told from Jenny's perspective. It is based on interracial lesbian love, seduction, reluctance and coercion. It's fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who (like me) take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please continue on your way. CONFLICTING EMOTI...
"I'm thinking of taking a lover." The words rose in the air between us like plumes of cigarette smoke. It's too bad, really, now that sort of cliché – manufactured foreplay - has succumbed with government law. I wasn't ashamed of who I was, of cigarettes, of rebellion, what and who my desires were. On this damp London night myself and this young nymph had m...
Hey, there. My name is Catherine Burning and I'm a five-foot-nine, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a real estate agent by day and a BDSM fanatic and interracial domination enthusiast by night. I live in my mansion with my assorted slaves, a group of women whose only ambition in life is to serve me. Sexu...
Janice Jenkins was bored as usual. The 27 year old security guard eased off her chair and scratched her ass for the want of something better to do. How the fuck had she ended up with this job? Having failed to get into the Police Academy it seemed the obvious choice to go into security -yeah, when it promised to be fending off armed robbers and preventing co...
Christina Wilson switched off her computer and gave her large desk one last tidy before reaching for her briefcase. The petite, blonde, 25 year old lawyer allowed herself a self satisfied smirk as she considered her first month with the Firm, much better than her previous job. She pulled on her long, expensive coat and turned off her light before clicking he...
Mrs. Black called and told me to come back to her house, pick up the girl and drive her home. It was already 11:30 but she asked me to come inside because she had another little job for me. I did her bidding and collected the girl. "What did you do in there? I asked as I opened the car door for her. "My 'daddy' gives good dick in the ass," she said laughin...
Chapter Two The Lady Even though I hadn't known her name until the night before, I'd been watching Greta for a very long time. I suppose it started back when she was pre-adolescent. Along with my duties in hell as head mistress, punishing the souls of the sexually wicked, I was responsible for going to earth at night and finding adulteresses so that I co...
I could visualise the crumpled bed sheets showing signs of the previous client; screwed up tissues and discarded condom wrappers lying on the floor. I ran my fingers over the satin sheets, imagining the raw sexual emotions that had come together, within. Smoke, from the numerous cigarette butts in the ashtray, still hung in the air and hidden behind it, ther...
Shelly put down her women's magazine with a sigh. She'd just finished another of those 'Woman Discover Thyself' stories about exploring her sexuality, and as usual, she'd been most fascinated with the part of the story where the woman explores her sexuality with another woman. She was twenty-five, married to a naval officer, very attractive and she'd still n...
First of all, my description is in the story "I thought she was straight". First paragraph. Second, where I live, there are no rules at strip clubs. People can touch the strippers and very, very often do. The strippers can also get totally naked, which almost all strippers do. I'd like to say that when I'm sober, the thought of going to a strip club doesn't...