The dacha was all one might have expected by way of luxury - and more than either of us could have imagined when it came to matters sexual. It was, in that sense, just like its owner. What was delightful was that Ekaterina and Emm had both found what they needed in each other. It was, as I told Sarah, yet another example of the adage that there was nothing...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. * It wa...
My name is Amy, I live in Singapore and I have just turned 18 years old and started studying at the National University of University this year. I live with my mother in a nice apartment on the East Coast. My mother was just 16 when she became pregnant with me and was subsequently forced into a marriage with a man she hardly knew and never loved – a marriag...
I have the real joy of being friends with a great woman, Delores. We used to work together and just hit it off. She was the loud brash one and I was the quiet more professional one, who, of course, could not stop laughing at her antics. She is big chested and full of self-confidence. We are both immigrants to this wonderful country. I came from Asia and she...
I found myself waking alone sometime after midnight. The bright red flashing of the clock in the strange bedroom felt oddly comforting. I think it probably had to do with the realization that I wasn't at home and in my own bed. It took my mind a moment to register where I was. It took, however only a brief second for my mind to comprehend the terrible pain t...
Scotland: 1557. Margarete looked across at Lise, and attempted to widen her eyes into an expression of entreaty. "Oh please?" she begged, "Just once!" Lise was sewing tiny stitches into a small cloth pouch containing fragrant herbs she herself had collected early that morning. "No," she replied. "I am still weary from long riding, and it's the sort of th...
We've all got secrets. And why shouldn't we? It's part of who we are. Having secrets simply means you're a normal person. Sometimes I will never apologize for. My name is Marguerite Alexandre Jean. I'm a five-foot-eleven, lean and athletic, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I teach History at Saint...
Stacy and Tina sat in the corner restaurant sipping their coffee, chatting cheerfully. The place was full, people carried on conversations in merry tones, praising the sunny afternoon and the good beverages. Some young college men sat near the two women, staring a little too openly at the girls' alluring features. Oblivious to the wanting looks of the men, S...
Emma used to be a wholesome girl. She was no angel—she'd fooled around with a few guys, and although she was going steady with Darren, she was no prude. She sucked him off once or twice a week, although she made him wait two months for that, and still wouldn't let him fuck her. She was saving sex for marriage, real sex, like a lot of girls her age—sweet se...
The Scent of a Woman Going back to another time while I was still married, however by now my marriage wasn't what it used to be and any guilt I felt after I cheated weren't there anymore. There was a possibility that my husband knew of my extra marital affairs or he was having a few of his own. Nothing was ever said either way and to me, that was just fine....