"It's your birthday tomorrow. What do you want?" Emily asked, looking up from her book. I shrugged, indifferent. She was all I wanted. "Oh come on. There must be something. Any sexual fantasies?" I blushed bright red. My fantasies were silly and I knew she would not like them. But my clitoris was pulsating just thinking about it. She caressed my face, wh...
Evening, passion, hunger. Night, silence, warmth, stillness, love. Morning and day, love and time, pleasure and memory. We go to our jobs having shared evening and night and croissants, alternated in the bathroom and fretted over our watches, sworn at public transport, remembered each other's eyes and breath, day-dreamed of the night. Evening, light, hung...
The day I met Marlena changed the rest of my life and my sexual preference. It was a cold and rainy Sunday when Marlena Edwards arrived at my department store. She was the new department manager that was going to be in charge of the shoe section; which happened to be the department I worked in. At first I wasn't sure I was gonna get along with Marlena, she s...
A full month had passed since the night where, thanks to missing a train, Alexandria Rowe had ended up meeting the woman of her fantasies, Zabina Vitelli. A lot had happen in that month. Well actually they had spent most of the first week getting to know each other a lot better, but in the following days a lot had happened. Zabina had persuaded Alex to take...
Note - All characters in this story are fictitious and are above the age of 18. * * * * * In high school my classmates considered me fairly normal. In saying that, I’m not a boring nerd but I was the same as most people. I got on well with everyone and I consider myself fun to be with. But I knew different. There are 2 things about myself, which I know tha...
Watching her from across the bar room was like watching something magical in a dingy, real world. Her hair was red like rubies, catching the light and shining. Her body moved to the beat of the music with a liquid ease I envied. My eyes hungrily traced the curves of her body, following her milky arms as they swayed, making out the shape of her ankles as she...
It's 1971 when it happens. I'm in my senior year at a very conservative protestant girls' school. I've been a boarder for almost six years. Long enough to feel right at home with the archaic conventions and strictures of this "Gordonstoun for girls". The system is that girls pair up and share dormitory bedrooms. In my third year I made friends with a girl c...
Meet Butch, a strong woman living in The City. You've seen her around, a chubby, dark-skinned female walking about town with more swagger than the average Man. Butch was raised by her Father alongside her Brothers, and never learned how to be Feminine, whatever the fuck that means. A long time ago, Butch discovered that she likes the Ladies and her Family wa...
Beth Haverford stood before the Old Master painting, rapt in contemplation. In a clearing of the woods the frozen nymphs were merged in a bacchanal. The scene was some bright-lit Mediterranean isle, but the artist had muted the skies and darkened the verdure so there was a subtle, soothing hint of the somber to the scene. Yet there was no modesty or melanc...
March of 1843. London, England. At that time, seldom did the majority of the population know about the underground network of Dominant slaveholders, but every once in a while, a young girls or boys would be taken from their homes in the night, never to be heard from again. The aristocracy did not approve of this, but considering that it was many of their own...