Maere hadn't thought it was such a big deal when it began. After all, she'd seen plenty of websites where college students uploaded pix and vids of girls making out at parties, and she'd been there when a few of those pictures were taken. It just felt like her turn had come up. It was her boyfriend Clay's idea. He and his bud Rudy told her best friend Tessa...
Imagine this woman. Tall, about 5'10, 135 lbs. Long dark hair, a little past her shoulders. She'll be Fifty five, in about a month or so. But she looks about 35 with or without her hair in a ponytail. She acts it too. I don't mean she's immature, no, not at all. She's a very mature, intelligent woman. But she can still be as good in bed now as she was when s...
Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now... I was visiting my mother for a few days. At least that was the plan, bu...
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only hum...
This story was written at the request of, and for a fan. She knows who she is, and I hope the pleasure she gets from the story does not fade too quickly. You sit at your computer, searching for and finding exquisite pictures of exquisite women, your senses already heightened at the sight of them, your attention completely on the screen, your mind and though...
It was dark, I could hear a pin drop. I listened, my senses heightened. I was blindfolded and wore only the simple leather collar, nipple clamps that were adorned with a rhinestone and silver chain to connect them, my hair down as per her request. I seemed to be able to feel every thread in the carpet beneath my knees. My hands folded neatly in front of me....
In loving memory of Colleen Thomas, A.J.M., Lemon Pound Cake, & 'snow-forts' built of Scottish quilts… ~ Penny stepped through the open sliding doors -- a tattered yellow patchwork quilt, well-loved-to-lumpy, the only buffer between her steam-fresh flesh and this new brisk sting of the seasons' first snowfall. The makeshift cloak proved more cumbersome t...
Her eyes opened and she grinned at me. 'Come on then, you too! Or do you just want to watch me?' I did want to watch her, but I also wanted to feel what she was feeling. With a surge of courage I pulled my skirt down to reveal my pubes with their tuft of blonde hair, now rather sodden. Suddenly my breasts felt trapped, constrained, and I pulled off my top...
I had never been with a woman before. The thought of it used to scare me. I guess, with age, sometimes a woman like myself can get curious. I've always liked to look at women and admire their beauty, but that's always as far as it got. I never thought of actually having real sex with another woman. Then, a friend of mine, approached me, revealing her attra...
My name is Sophie. I'm 28, gay, and madly in love with my Miss, Alison. Ally introduced me not all that long ago to the glory of a woman loving another woman. Being the scamp that she is, she accidentally, intentionally bumped into me as I was walking, lapping at an ice cream cone. She apologized profusely, of course, and led me by the hand to the ladies, wh...