The Pueblo neighborhood of south Phoenix is not for the weak. My charcoal SUV was parked about half way down the block under a large Cottonwood. That made it only slightly less conspicuous than a flashing neon sign. For one thing it was not covered with a layer of desert dust and secondly, it was not setting on concrete blocks. I was watching the corner ho...
I think a good story starts with a real experience, blends in fantasy and imagination and adds a smidgen of the absurd. I am a 60+ year old BI Black woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with imagination. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories and comment to help me make them even better. This story is a continuation of DMV Part...
Laura was standing at the kitchen counter making dinner thinking about her son and his girlfriend. She really liked Nancy and they got along very well. She liked being friends with the younger woman and had enjoyed going to the ballet with her. She didn't understand their relationship though. That night had been so different and so sexual that it embarrassed...
This story, and all my stories, contains fictionalized characters from long ago memories and recent events of my life. I am a 60+ year old Black BI woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, sometimes extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you wi...
There were certain conversations that never took place in the summertime. The sun might pride herself as the great elucidator, but winter was the season of humble introspection. When outside it was bitterly cold, what else was there to do but curl up in bed together? To kiss and touch and writhe in unison, then bask in the warmth of each other's bodies? Whe...
** October 13, 2014 ** Kara Dear Diary, I'm wrapping up a meeting with a client at her office on Columbus Day. Moments away from shutting down my computer, my Gmail notification pops up. Just seeing that it's from her, Lissy, brings a blush to my cheeks. I know without looking that my miss has instructions for me. No longer listening to what my client is...
Eagerly awaited, here is the third part in The Mechanic series. If you haven't read part 1 and 2, I'd encourage you to read those first - things probably make more sense then. I know some of you can't get enough of Riley and Rowan, and you have had to be so patient for their journey to continue. You'll be pleased to hear that while writing part 3, I realised...
Greetings, buddies and gals. I had so much fun creating and writing "C.F.N.F. Club," it was just a matter of time till the urge came to spend another day with these mischievous, schadenfreudian ladies. Enjoy, and be prepared for a second playfully malicious, deliciously sinister, impishly wicked, totally kinky taco fiesta! P.S. This is a while after the stor...
I was bent over at the waist with my head under the hood of a brand new Porsche. I finished working on the alternator and closed the hood. When, to my great surprise, there was a gorgeous woman walking towards me. She looked about my age (26); about 5'3", long curly blonde hair, legs for miles, nice tits. (I'm 5'9" and I have straight black hair and bright g...
Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment Mr. Brandon, the senior law partner, walked into her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning. He was one of the original founders of the law firm where she worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary, Brandon, Fields, and O'Connor. In his late seventies, he now spent most of his time wande...