Part 6 Dawn's first cock. Dawn is a confirmed lesbian to the bottom of her soul. Unlike some militant Lesbians, she does not hate all men out of general principle. She is an intelligent and thoughtful African American born in South Africa. She earned an MA degree from USC in an impressive 4 years. She viewed all people by Martin Luther King's creed: "The...
"Who wears boots with a lace mini dress Yvonne?" "I do." I smile back at my friend as we enter the Cathouse. At that comment the bouncer pulls us to the side, demanding I take my boots off and shake them out, he's looking for a stash of drugs. Lifting my knee I stretch outwards and untie my laces, the bouncers eyes letch at my thighs as my little dress rid...
"You're starting to sound a lot like my mother, Jen" "Hey, I'm just being honest with you. You're twenty-seven and I don't think I've seen you date anyone since that creepy saxophone guy you took to prom. What was his name again?" "Jeff, and he played the bassoon. I have no idea how you mix the two up." "Yeah, whatever. Point is, it's not good to be on yo...
"Want to meet a friend of mine?" "Pardon?" I laughed nervously, "a 'friend?' " I sat up quickly, closed my legs and criss crossed my arms around my knees. "Yes." he replied. "What makes you think I'd want," I stared at him intensely. "Well," he replied blandly, "let's see, how did you phrase it, it, '... depends on me!' " His expression became playful....
It was a warm sunny day. In fact, the weather had been wonderful for several days. The sun poured through the slats of the Venetian blinds across the polished teak desk in Joanne's outer office, where she was sitting reading the screen of her computer. The sales office was quiet. It was lunch-time and most of the staff were out, or closeted in their office w...
Jane had grown tired of waiting for her best friend Paul to show up. She was seated in the food court of her local downtown mall, lazily sipping on a mocha. She had been waiting for him for an hour, and had only tolerated the wait because it gave her an excuse to devour her guilty pleasures - white macadamia nut cookies and the latest celebrity gossip magazi...
Dedicated to the Claire in the story. You know who you are. Thank you for the thought. Thank you too to DeliciousThoughts (member id 1263782) for the edits. The title, by the way, is a coincidence. ***** This is a story of interracial lesbian sex, of domination and control without the paraphernalia that goes with the routine found in most literature of thi...
It was a much anticipated 'girl's reunion weekend' for the six friends. They'd been tight in school, but some had drifted apart in the years since. The late Spring weather was warm and perfect for outdoor activities and Brenda's large vacation house was an ideal location for the getaway. Carpooling from the city, they stopped at several local craft and spec...
Yes this is a true story, any comments please mail me at the link below. Chapter One We had met at a party a few weeks ago. I shall remember it forever. She was a girl who could make me laugh and was really great fun. She had a very self-assured manner, which she used to dominate the conversation from the very beginning. I liked that about her straight awa...
April locked her arms around Lisa and tried to pull her closer. "Lisa, Lisa," April moaned as she kissed along Lisa's neck. Lisa rocked her hips, her wetness against April's. The feel of April's hair was intoxicating. April's wetness inspired Lisa's passion again and she locked her lips on April's throat. Her tongue traced a trail down past the hollow of A...