"I didn't take the first step towards self-awareness until I began to masturbate," Joi said. Her words, flaring out of the companionable darkness that had sifted in between us on the small patio as the sunset faded, left me a little breathless. Not knowing what to say, I remained still. "I just happened to pick up a novel at a garage sale, something to rea...
A little about me. As i write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi, submissive woman. My stories are memories of a kinky life. I am still in the lifestyle. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant living with a loving partner. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches...
I allowed Roselle to sleep in so she could get a little more adjusted. I had already decided that typically she will have to wake me by pleasuring my clit, but this morning I started making my coffee and breakfast. She appeared at the bottom of the steps fully dressed in her crotchless skimpy shorts and her tight crop top. I greeted her by telling her how de...
Authors note: Hello all! It's been awhile and I didn't think I'd be back. Writing is like second nature to me, but after the accident, I just couldn't get it back. It's been a hell of a journey for me, but this came to me in a dream, part of it anyway, and I sat down and tried to remember the dream initially, the rest just kind of fell into place. The char...
My first full day in jail was like nothing I'd ever been through. I woke up and put on my jail uniform which consisted of a black and white striped mini skirt and matching tank top. This was no ordinary jail uniform but then again, this was no ordinary prison. In my cell there was nothing but a bed with handcuffs, a vibrator, a few chains and a mattress on t...
Jessica's head was trapped between the other woman's legs, her mouth pressed against her opponent's pussy. Her nose was free, so she could at least breathe, but that also meant that all she could smell was this slightly salty, slightly musky smell of a turned-on woman. The smell would be probably enough to have her ready to go by itself, but now it was only...
When Melissa reached home, she ran in through the door in great excitement. "Sabine! Sabine! I've just been to the Trio Gallery and they want me to put on another exhibition of my paintings." Sabine jumped up and threw both arms around her friend's neck. "Oh, darling, that's absolutely great. I'm so pleased for you." "And that's not all; they're giving me...
Meet Emmanuella Tilahun, a young Israeli citizen living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the environs of Tel Aviv, Israel, to an Ethiopian Jewish father, Raphael Tilahun, and an Italian Jewish mother, Isabella Tartaglia, Emmanuella Tilahun is the daughter of two unique worlds. Six feet tall, curvy and stunningly attractive, with light brown skin and c...
One of our dancers, Kate, barged her way into the dressing room. I caught a glimpse of beads of light sweat rolling off her face and the blue leotard hugging her figure, encircled by a tutu adorned with sequins and feathers. "Where's my costume?" Kate asked loudly, "I need to get changed for the next scene!" I was sitting in front of a mirror. My make up...
She sat and stared at the oil painting hanging in front of her; trying to make out what it meant. After all, that was the assignment given by the professor: to analyze and report on local art. The problem was that she could not determine what the picture was supposed to be. At one angle, it looked like an oddly shaped filing cabinet. At another angle, it loo...