I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, but if I don't tell someone it will be like it didn't happen. It was just a normal Friday night out with the girls like a dozen other Friday nights before. Myself and a few friends would start at my house then we'd head for the pub. When we arrived the place was full as usual and we headed for the bar, ordered our...
Spade drove us in the black Escalade to a nightclub in midtown Manhattan. She'd told me about the various nightclubs her grandfather owned. I assumed this was one. It was packed, even on a Wednesday, with bodies on top of bodies, gyrating against one another to rich, pounding, base-filled hip-hop music. I couldn't really see anything because it was dark. The...
I had never been in a gay bar before, and I did not know what to expect, still it seemed somewhat of a normal nightclub. As I walked in, I noticed the differences, the men were dancing with men, the women were dancing with women and some of the women were probably not women, but other than that it seemed like a normal bar to me. At 30 years old, 1 had final...
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT (July 2004) Heather was glad to see that the hen night was even better attended than the buck's night. There were, by her count, twenty-five of them setting off from that same large, city centre pub. And although Claire, in her role as maid of honour, gave them a pep talk before the crawl there was no need to split into smaller groups....
This story is based on interracial lesbian seduction, reluctance and coercion (although there is a sprinkling of MF sex). The thoughts of a white women being seduced by a black woman is a long held fantasy of mine, but if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on without feeling the need to leave a derogatory comme...
Foreword Never in my wildest dreams did I intend to pen a "kiss and tell". Except here I am, actually doing it and guess what? I'm as horny as hell! Skipping descriptions of my somewhat soggy panties I'll introduce myself as Hazel X. And don't waste too much time looking me up in the phone directory. I'm using "X" as a pseudonym, based partly on a person...
Author's note: This series is classified as lesbian sex, because the focus is the female protagonist's relationship with another female. There are some heterosexual components to the story, but I hope you'll let that slide. For this mini-series, I was inspired to go for a drunk dream-like narrative. Enjoy! *** I'm alone in a new city, stranded because my p...
Anybody who has ever moved knows what its like to walk through a new town for the first time. When you don't know any of the street names, or how to get where you're going. I knew my way from home to work, and from work to home. Since I was a small town girl who dropped like a bomb into the big city, I couldn't even find the grocery store, or a place to get...
April bounced down the steps, inhaling the smell of eggs that was drifting out of the kitchen. She stopped on the last step, eyeing the overnight bag that was lying on the floor. She gave a little sigh, then leaped off the step and swung into the kitchen. Jasmine looked up from the omelet she was making, a little startled from April's sudden appearance. Sh...
Her name was Sabine. She looked like a punk version of Marilyn Monroe. Sabina's platinum blonde hair had dark roots -- the intentional kind. It was short, but long enough for a few sensual waves, which would fall upon her pretty face as she spoke to her friend. I had seen her walk in and sit at a table near the windows. She was wearing a plaid shirt, baggy...