The strong, tanned arm was sliding up her thigh, massaging every inch of her leg, as he was kissing her thin, cream colored neck. Nibbling ever so gently up to her ear, his stubble tickling her as he went on, she strained to hear what he was whispering. She felt his thick fingers, no not thick anymore, now soft thin fingers rubbing her clean shaven slit thro...
Marci sat on the toilet, staring at the door, her feet bouncing up and down in anticipation. A small trickle of juice had begun to ooze from her pussy, making her panties stick to her increasingly warm crotch. She lifted up her skirt and rubbed the palm of her hand against the silk pink panties. Slowly and deliberately she brushed against it, building her ex...
Kimberly Clinton is the name. A kinky, fun-loving and decidedly chubby dyke living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Criminal Defense Attorney at a large firm. By night, I'm something else entirely. And I'm here to demonstrate the wonders of Interracial Lesbian BDSM with my sexy African-American girlfriend, the dominant Black goddess known...
Elisabetha de Trouveau crept slowly towards the only other person on the island. She shivered in the night air, and whispered as she came near the sleeping form. "Birgitte? Birgitte? It's cold..." The other older woman muttered in her sleep. The light of the slowly rising sun was kept at bay by the thick fog that coated the surrounding waters. Twenty yea...
It was usual for undergrads to jog during the darkest hours of the night. While one studied at the bench under the bright lights of the corridors, girls or guys in pairs, or in small groups, would slowly pass by, their toned, muscular bodies covered with sheen of sweat. It was a marvelous display of youth, of raw sexual virility – reminiscence of a passionat...
Susan was a young woman who enjoyed the finer things in life. Cordon Bleu food, designer clothes, cellared wines, as well as various forms of art. It was due to her interest in the arts that she had become involved as a volunteer at Hilton Galleries. Although her involvement was limited to leading a guided tour through the ‘touring arts’ gallery every few we...
It had been a lousy day for Dorothy Lynch, the middle aged physical education teacher at the local high school. It was the first day of summer recess, and while most teachers and students waited for that day to come all school year, for Dot Lynch it was a day without structure. The gym teacher needed the interaction with young women, and the desire to make t...
Chapter One Skyler Grace was walking along next to her boyfriend of the last year, listening to him needlessly drone on about how great it was to be starting college in the fall. She was only half-listening; he'd been rambling on endlessly for the last two blocks about a subject she'd had to hear about ad nauseam over the previous six months. She'd mentall...
After a trip up to Exeter I felt stiff. I had several meetings to attend and with the possibility of a long night ahead of me, I decided to use my gym membership to get a sauna and a bit of a work out. When I signed in, the girl behind the counter told me that their sauna was being serviced, but it would be finished by about three. If I would like to use the...
As the day wound down, the already small crowd had thinned to a faithful few consisting mostly of parents of the college girls competing in the final few events. One of the spectators didn't have a daughter involved in the track meet, she was only a fan, not so much of track and field but a fan of one of the competitors. When Laurie Alger first started atte...