"Maybe I should get a part-time job now that both kids are in school," I thought to myself for the 500th time. I was sitting at the kitchen counter, coffee brewing, taking a breather after the rush of getting my girls ready, out the door and on the bus, trying to figure out what I was going to do until 2:40 when they would be home. I was startled to hear th...
Part I Well here it is, Christmas morning. All the festivities are over. All the family was here last night, opening gifts, a little wine, the kids going wild over all the presents. The house is a mess. I lay in bed knowing I didn't get the present I really wanted. My family has no idea. They don't know what I really want..my desires.. my fantasies. They k...
It didn't take long at all before Jen and I were asleep on the plane. Her head was snuggled onto my shoulder and my cheek rested on the top of it, the sweet aroma of her shampooed hair filling my head like incense. I had a blanket pulled up over my breasts because the passenger cabin was so cool and the guy with a unibrow sitting on my other side—a frat guy...
Veronica and Harriet returned to the sorority house at lunch time as per their instructions. They were to meet with their 'sister' Amelia, who would give Harriet instructions to prepare Veronica for her induction into the Pussy Club. The Pussy Club was a 'secret society' of lesbians who would meet regularly for all out orgies. A number of girls on campus we...
It was now three weeks since Joanne had been drawn into the erotic world of lesbianism and for Joanne, being with Amy was an up and down rollercoaster type affair consisting of hot, torrid, passionate sex, wicked arguments and bullshit and sometimes Joanne wondered if all the trouble it caused with bobby was worth it. She knew that she hurt bobby when she...
I'm a 32-year old Californian woman living in London, England, where I've worked for the past few years as a college lecturer. I should say right away that I'm nobody's image of the stereotypical California babe – I'm tall, skinny, with wiry ginger hair but, if I say so myself, a youthful, pretty face. I came to London years ago to study, and to escape my vi...
All She'd Ever Do is Dance, Dance, Dance! Ch. 2 All characters in the following story are eighteen and above. They have to be to work in the club and I checked the ID’s I did, I really did! It is not meant to depict what happens in a typical topless dance club. The promiscuity of the dancers is exaggerated for the entertainment of the reader only! Really h...
She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. Her smile widened as she came across an entry entitled 'Alison!' She glanced up and stared at the photo of a young woman whose sm...
Christine slammed the front door behind her and stalked into the lounge, hot, angry tears prickling her eyes. Sue looked up from the sofa, where she had stretched out with a book and noticed the tears blurring her flatmate's emerald-green eyes. Lithely, she swivelled on the cushions, bringing her feet down to the floor and stood, then crossed quickly to her...
I opened my legs and relaxed, recovering from the orgasm Sarah gave me with her tireless tongue and persistent fingers. She caressed my face in her gentle hands, gazing at me, her soft ass perched on my tummy. I looked at my husband and he smiled. I felt sticky, sweaty, pleased. And yet, not satisfied. Beside us, Brian held his spent cock. Not since Mic...