I went into the shop, attracted by the bohemian décor and the gauzy drapery styles on the mannequins. The tinkle of the bell blended into the silence. After a moment, a woman came from the back room, arms full of lace. "Oh! You startled me," she said, "I didn't hear the bell." "That's okay," I said, "Looks like you were busy." I studied her covertly. He...
This story feels like it's going to be fairly long, sorry for those of you looking for instant gratification. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental. Do not reproduce or copy this story without the consent of the author. The following story contai...
Hi, I'm Marquee, and do I have a fuckin story to tell. Okay so let me start this off by saying that, number 1; I came out as bi about 4 years ago, and number 2; I'm a total pillow princess and I LOVE being dominated and non-consent situations. So I was a counselor at a summer camp this past July, and I was just getting out of the showers when 2 other couns...
OK. This is a work of fiction yada,yada, yada. If you don't know the drill, you have no business reading this. Constructive comments are appreciated. "You suck!" comments get you laughed at as an immature loser. Anyway, without further ado, enjoy. Lesbian, BDSM, Reluctance, non-consent ***** Tara: We relaxed and turned the conversations to lighter topic...
Story codes: Butch Daddy/lg, Anal, Non Consent, Hot Sauce. S/m, Switch This story, (so far.) is the most intense, (scene wise.) that I have written. Some of you may consider this very intense; some of you may consider it tame. Whichever, I hope that you enjoy, so please R&R (read and review.) Part One As dinner was simmering on the stove, so was her tempe...
I was in college when it happened. College itself is like a gateway drug. You do it and it opens you up to many different ideas and experiences, and eventually you get over whelmed and crumble at the feet of your wasted money. This is not how all experiences are perceived of course, but that's how I felt starring into my mirror the morning after. It wasn't...
I was always shy. Even had I not been shy I wouldn't have great opportunity to be promiscuous. I was plain. Neither my breasts nor buttocks protruded immensely, and my stomach wasn't concave or muscular. I had plain hair, not extraordinarily bouncy or shiny. I was plain. I had only had sex once, in high school. It was more of rape than sex, but I never said...
My girlfriend Julie has been away for a week now. It still seems odd to me to talk about her as my 'girlfriend.' I've mentioned before that I have had lesbian experiences before, but this is the first real 'girlfriend' that I have had. I miss her. I missed her the first day she was away, and the second day, but now that it is day 7 I miss her painfully....
Beatrice Dawson is the name. I'm a tall, curvy and dark-skinned, beautiful Black woman in her mid-forties living in the city of Atlanta, Georgia. I am a professor of African-American Literature at Spelman College. These days, life is cool. I recently left my husband Dwight after I caught him cheating on me with a skinny white woman half his age. Twenty years...
I write based on my imagination. All the characters in this story are of legal age and consent. In other words, over 18. ***** It's Sunday night and you know the drill. Every Sunday, we would go out for dinner and a movie. Tonight was Mexican, not that you knew it. You spent most of the meal on your knees under the table. That was why we picked Sunday. Les...