This is my first submission. Totally fiction. ***** My name is Mila, I am 27, 5'11, thick African American woman. About size 12/ 14 depending on the cut. I'm gay, I slept with a few men before I came out. I allowed myself to be just me and came out as a lesbian. I love women, they are the best. I would consider myself a switch but most of the time I am a...
Diane had little doubt when she released Celeste from her care that she would see those beautiful blue eyes again soon. She had become very proficient at reading people thanks in large part to things Kayla had taught her in the months they had been together. Body cues, facial tics, the way a person's eyes shifted or dilated under certain conditions, even the...
Author's Note: My GF5 is being edited/posted. This is just a fun little lesbian first time story in the meantime. Thanks to Little Foot for editing. The grammatical condition was perfect when she left it, then I started mucking about with it again, so any errors are mine. Enjoy! Even outside The Jungle, the thumping bass and grinding techno pounded sex into...
Author's Note: 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 human...
This isn't a true story (yet) and follows from a conversation I have had, (and am having) with a wonderful friend. Hope it comes out right. * * * * * "Julie can I ask you a personal question?" said Christine as she gently massaged the sun cream into Julie's back. "Hon, with hands like that you can ask me anything you like," purred Julie enjoying the stro...
"Well Kirsten," Ms Stacey Stone pointed out to the frightened senior. "You have two choices. You can either do what I say and graduate this spring, or you can refuse and be expelled from school. You'd better make up your mind which way you want to go." "Please, Miss Stone. I don't want to be expelled. I have to graduate this spring, if I'm going to get int...
This is the final part of my long-awaited sequel series to "Remember This Moment Forever" which takes place ten years after the original story. What was originally intended to be one long story eventually grew so large that I decided to split it into four parts with a new story being posted at the end of each summer month (beginning with Part One in May and...
There comes a time in every woman's life when she has to stop and say to herself, "Where am I now? Where am I going? How did I get here?" And then there are times that those are pretty darn dumb questions. Where am I now? I'm bent over the leading edge of a table. My hands are tied together and the nylon stocking used for that is looped over something on the...
The car turned onto Winter street and Sasha felt her pulse quicken as a hundred different emotions swirled in her head. She tried to think up an excuse to duck out quickly but she convinced herself it would be better to humor her new boss. Natalie pulled the car around to the back of the Rosebud and produced a tube of lipstick from her purse. She traced a t...
I enjoy working late. I am a transcriptionist, and can get more done when the hub-bub of a packed law office has quieted. One thing though, this old office building is about as tightly insulated as a bridge, and creaks as badly as my forty-mumble year old knees. I find myself getting up from my desk at least once an hour to see if somehow an earthquake ha...