Lying in bed one morning I thought about my story Bridge The Gap and wondered what it would be like if the supplicant was a girl. I've altered the story to fit and decided to publish it. If lesbianism isn't your thing then please pass it by. Just a little addition. ***** It was Wednesday and Joan Hughes was closing up the library. As the chief librarian...
Hello, there. Remember me? Kristin Benedict. A tall, curvy and beautiful young Black woman of Haitian-American and Mexican descent. I'm entering my second year at the University of Massachusetts in the town of Boston. I recently ended a relationship with a tall, gorgeous Black lawyer named Mary Johnson. She was a friend of one of my professors. We had what c...
Catalina Saint Vincent is my name. I'm a five-foot-eleven, quite curvy and delicious big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Many people accuse me of being naïve because I've led a somewhat sheltered life. That's not true. I'm the most down to earth and realistic person you wi...
I'd like to extend a big thank you to my editor, GentWithHandcuffs. * I grew up in New Orleans, bathed in its hedonistic atmosphere. There is a permissive attitude that allows for eccentricity. I always felt free to be my natural self and was utterly without guile. My brother lived in the French Quarter. I would visit on Saturdays to bum around so I saw a...
With the excitement of having watched three men feeling up his wife fresh in his mind and making his cock so very hard, Bobby was horny and hot for his wife's body. Then, later, hearing her telling him about her stroking and briefly mouthing their cocks, he was ready to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. She made him crazy with lustful desire....
Annette Bishop watched the other workers in the office gather up their things and get ready to leave at the end of the day, but on this Thursday afternoon she made no move to join them, and just called out cheerfully 'goodnight' and 'see ya in the morning', or just waved to the women who were further away. In truth, she was rather nervous and preoccupied, bu...
Chapter One (Wednesday 6th October 1999) This time around, as an experienced and savvy final year student, Angie had deliberately skipped most of Freshers' Week, arriving back at uni the Thursday before autumn term officially began. First thing she noticed on her return was a set of posters everywhere she looked. Make that posters "and fliers" everywhere s...
All characters are over 18. ***** Marsha and Lynn were wondering what might next occur in Prof. Kate Sullivan's Women's Studies 201 class. They joined the large class made up entirely of women in one of the college's largest lecture halls that afternoon with much anticipation. Both were still getting over having served as subjects for Prof. Sullivan's demo...
Strange shit always seems to happen to me. I'm serious. MOST of it I feel I do NOT bring on myself. For instance, in two difference instances at two different bars I've had guys come up to me or attempt to come up to me and jerk off on my leg. I was one and one with that. One guy succeeded while I was sitting at the bar and the other failed because my husba...
Mom was a successful business woman. Mom kept a Whorehouse. It was where I grew up. She taught me most everything I know about business. How to write a development application, and business plan, how to screen clients, how to maximise profits, work with the tax office and best of all how to be ethical and have fun. What Mom didn't need to teach me was how t...