All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older. ***** Professor Adam Thatcher strode in through the door with his usual spry gate and telltale tattered black leather messenger bag swung over his shoulder. This day, she would not content herself with staring through the windowpane or finishing homework for other classes. This day, she was eager. "Go...
Authors note: To fully appreciate this story, it is highly recommended reading "Part III" to comprehend the emotional depth of this saga. This final chapter is NOT a frivolous jaunt into "penis-envy", but rather a heartfelt look into the soul of a lesbian woman who has been given an extraordinary gift. Power, control, strength and intensity are all traits a...
I want to worship your cunt. No don't worry about me baby. This is all about you. I want you just to sit back and enjoy. Don't worry, I'm going to enjoy this every bit as much as you do. Nothing gets me wetter than your pleasure. Tomorrow, when you're gone, but I can still taste you on my lips, that's when I'll look after my pussy. And when I do, when I'm...
Dee is delighted with her new sex life. (It was Tuesday afternoon before I was able to chat with Dee again. She was already on line when logged on.) 'How are you Dee? Missed you.' 'Sarah my lover.' 'Wonderful to chat with you - is all well?' 'Always is with you. Love you.' 'Mmmm darling, you say the nicest things. Now that you're here, yes! Fine. Have...
The thought that I probably would never score with a teenage girl ever again, was in my mind the day, fairly recently, when I was surprised by a turn of events. It was this way. My neighbour's nineteen-year-old daughter, coming back from a day at college, rang my doorbell... Here's what I had been thinking: "I'm forty-six. I have been a lesbian since I was...
Louise knocked on the door. A few seconds later, knowing that she hadn't given Rhonda nearly enough time to answer her knock but not able to stop herself, she knocked again, practically hammering away in her urgency...no. 'Urgency' wasn't strong enough. 'Desperation' was a better word. Louise clung to the doorframe as she knocked, feeling like she could bare...
Amy Hart knew from the moment she saw Edna Martinez that the brunette would be her subbie. Edna had that forlorn look all submissive lesbians have, knowing in their hearts that they only live to worship pussy, making their lives singularly focused, keeping them unhappy when they aren't in one of the innumerable positions from which they can practice their cr...
Mary collapsed down on the huge bed, pulling Linda down on top of her. They were both still draped in their towels, Mary even with the one holding up her hair. The robes had been left behind over at the couch. The towels had absorbed some humidity from the steamy bathroom, which made them feel nice and cool as the outside evening heat threatened to overwhel...
I live in a lakeside town on the coast of Michigan. It's small and pretty, often filled with visitors passing through or vacationing--both winter and summer. One of the most interesting places to meet people is at Willhouse Inn, a bed-and-breakfast-like hotel with a great restaurant and large, active lounge. Just this past summer I stopped there one evening...
My life was changing. I had been a moderately successful fashion model who had suddenly become a minor celebrity by having my head shaved and appearing as the ancient Egyptian queen Nefertiti in a series of ads and appearances about a new cosmetic line. For a few months I was almost an object of worship for those who were fascinated by my bald head. At firs...