Your name is Allison, and you're from Orange County, California. Yes, that Orange County. A few weeks ago, your parents went away on a vacation in Florida, so you had the house to yourself for a whole week. You never expected them to trust you there alone, but they did, and you were thrilled. You called up your friends and invited them to a party, despite yo...
Courtney had always been intrigued by thoughts of being with another woman. In her small town though, it was a taboo never to be acted upon. She dated plenty of guys in High School, even allowing one to take her virginity, yet, none of those relationships were fulfilling for her. She felt something was missing, a void that would be filled by time spent with...
About this game: This game works a teeny tiny bit like those weird visual novels that the japanophiles keep raving about. You can loop the story as much as you like, and unlock new POV's along the way. POV's can be changed chapter by chapter and you can get a really weird and avant-garde story out of it, or you can stick to one person, but you will need to m...
Being such a slut in high school had its moments. Passing final exams wasn’t one of them. Jeez, if only I’d known that if I hadn’t tried to seduce every chick in my year I might have remembered some math formulas or one dead poet from another. My mission in my graduating year was to show the girls there was far more fun being shagged by a les-slut than the...
"Okay, I've got five bags of potato chips, six orange crush cans, an emergency kit, six water bottles, two comforter-style blankets, power packs for our cell phones, and enough clothes to last a while, I think we got everything," Jamila Ahmed said, smiling at her lover Bianca Haywood, who leaned against the rented Rav4. Bianca looked at the bags full of good...
Samantha walked quickly towards the bathrooms, the heels of her boots shattering the relative quite of the hallway. The 18 year old senior's unease amplified by her drill team uniform. The sleeveless leotard molded to her body emphasizing her statuesque curves and highlighting her rather large chest hips. Her powerful legs sheathed in shear nylon tights and...
Right after school, Wendy texted Sarah and Madelynn to see if they're free this afternoon, but they both replied that they were busy. Lauren called Wendy suddenly, saying that she can't meet up with her because of a sudden errand. Sarah hadn't given her any assignments yet. Wendy was instinctively trying to find an excuse to not visit the address. It wasn't...
This is a continuation of a previous story titled "Introduction to Lesbian Prostitution." Part of it is true. There is a woman I know who runs a matchmaking service for bisexual women and lesbians, I have named her Lynne which is, of course, not her real name. She charges a fee for this service which technically makes it an escort service and frankly, in the...
Sometime ago, I was brought to this site by white woman who wanted me to read a story that she found, in her own words, "interesting." She had sent me a link to my email one day and, before I knew it, there I was gazing upon the erotic stories from so many. Well, I read the little story she wanted me to read. Since then, I have thought about adding my own...
The name is Amanda Haguel and I am a young biracial woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am the heroine of this tawdry little tale. A five-foot-nine, lean and athletic, caramel-skinned and curly-haired gal with curves in all the right places. The daughter of an African-American father and a Caucasian mother. Born and raised in Bean Town, USA....