Her breast are fully matured, soft, sensuous mounds of smooth tanned skin, that have pink areoles and low, wide nipples. Mine on the other hand are small and pert, paler in colour, with darker nipples that are forever displaying their excitement and pleasure through the thinness of my bra, blouse or tee-shirt. Of course she knows how to play with, the right...
You ask me how I became the sex slave of a much older woman? Honestly, I think you're asking the wrong question, if you don't mind me saying? What you should be asking me is how it took so long? Because some things are more of an inevitability than a random occurrence. Like water flowing downhill or a meteorite falling to earth, the path that I found myself...
Heather was in a room full of women. The music seemed loud enough to shake the pictures on the walls, and Heather wasn't sure how long she could stand it. She liked music, but this was more horrendous noise than music, and she was certain she could feel the vibrations in her teeth. Butches were all over the place, wide, narrow, tall, and short. Three butche...
Sally looked around the crowded room and heaved a sigh of contentment. The fifty-odd year old brunette had been attending a three day seminar for small business owners and investors. The conference was set in an upscale hotel overlooking the beach. Sally had run a workshop on 401K and personal investment plans. She had picked up several new accounts for the...
The front-loading washing machines in the dim, dank laundry room lurched and groaned their grievances over decades of neglect. But what could be worse than Val was missing her favorite prime-time soap, Edge of Passion, because she had gone to the gym over the weekend instead of laundering her clothes. Cursing under her breath, Val slurped down chamomile tea...
About 3 years ago I had an experience that changed my life. I only regret that it did not happen when I was much younger. I was then a 68 year old woman and had been a widow for 12 years. During this time I had no real relationships and certainly no sexual ones. My name is Victoria. As I live by myself one could imagine that this would be lonely and unsatisf...
Hi everybody, my name's Bianca and I am home from college for my summer vacation. And, wow! Do I ever have a story to tell. My parents went to a church conference this week leaving me with the house all to myself. From my bedroom window on the 2nd floor facing the street I'd noticed that there were these two women that walked up the street at about the same...
The story is inspired by something I experienced myself. Working night hours at a classy hotel, I found a pair of sexy red panties hanging on door 146. They smelled wonderful, that mixed smell of feminine perfume and musk. They were still warm when I smelled them, and, fuelled by the mystique, I looked into the matter. A classy business woman had been living...
My thanks go to Mistress Leigh for giving me the experience and allowing me to publish. My thanks also go to SlaveGirl 70 for her insight and editing assistance. ***** I stood there, naked as usual, with a quizzical look on my face. To my complete surprise, today's list of clothes was nothing like the usual elegantly sexual dress and lingerie, body hug...
Hi again. It's been three months since my first date with Sam. And I'm sure it's no surprise to anyone, given what you know about me and my husband and me and Sam, that I have left him and I am now living with Sam. In fact it's been nearly two months now. And like many people that live together we share stuff. Today I borrowed Sam's laptop, just to do some...