Author's Note: This is the second part of a triptych, and follows from my previous story 'Questioning.' While it's not absolutely necessary to read that one first, it certainly couldn't hurt. ... It was so cliched it was almost funny. Or rather, it would have been funny if it wasn't the single most mortifying thing that had ever happened to her. Despite w...
I slap my alarm and stretch out in my bed. I feel the cloth rub my bare breasts, tickling my hardened nipples. I reach under the covers and begin to rub my pussy. I feel the moisture build and I moan very quietly. I proceed with my masturbation session until... "Hey wake up. You naked bitch, you got class so wake the fuck up," I hear my roommate, Jessica sa...
Anytown University's move-in was for the most part no different from the vast majority of move-ins for colleges and universities everywhere. There were parents exchanging tearful hugs while secretly planning sexual escapades in newly empty homes. There were students on the other side of those hugs feeling some strange mixture of embarrassment and wistfulness...
In winter, when it's cold, when she's feelin' like bein' comfy. She comes out of her room and sits in front of the TV. With a big, warm, comfy blanket wrapped around her. And without a stitch underneath. She finds it delightfully comfortable and delightfully sexual. She's pretty reserved about her sexuality. Not only with men. But also personally. But...
As college roommates go, Samantha was about as good as they get. She was a mature, sexy, woman of the world at 20. Her grades were good, she didn't hog the common room television and she didn't come in at all hours of the night. We had her set of friends, I had mine, and are paths seldom crossed except when we were in our room or at breakfast at The Owl. S...
I woke up in the middle of the night to a sliver of light cast over my body and the sound of our door slowly creaking shut. I heard footsteps across the carpet. The bed squeaked as this other person laid down. I wiggled over to the edge of the bed, my sleepy eyes straining to see their image in the mirror across the room. What I saw shocked me. Illuminated b...
The world is such a strange place. And the things people do never cease to amaze me. Seriously. I sometimes wonder if there is something in the water supply of certain cities and towns which makes men and women do all the crazy things they do. It cannot be randomness or dumb luck. I refuse to believe it. My name is Karina Brown and I am a psychology student...
Helen let the smoke fill her lungs once more. Holding it, she savored the feelings flowing through her body. As she exhaled, she felt the weed take control over her entire being. She stripped, and let the music, a thundering hard trance track she'd downloaded just today... fuel her body. Glowsticks in hand, she began moving. The dildo in her cunt drove her t...
I've always fancied her. Ever since I first laid eyes on her. My name is Adelmira Ahmed. A young woman of Saudi Arabian descent living in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. I attend the University of Calgary, where I major in Criminal Law. Most people looking at me see a six-foot-tall, curvy and conservatively dressed young woman of Middle-Eastern des...
My roommate was this nice little bookish nerdy girl type till a few months ago when she started hanging out with a rowdy crowd of lesbians. I figured different strokes for different folks. She was a good roommate, lesbianism, not withstanding. Anyways, her new thing didn't bother me at all. These lesbians were nothing but guys as far as I was concerned. Guy...