Sex with Laila was always dirty, but when she whispered in my ear mid-fuck that she'd be wanting my ass next, my pussy clutched itself around her hand so hard I expected her knuckles to come out bruised. I rode out my climax, my fingers lost in her raven-black hair as colours collided in my brain, my muscles flexing to the rhythm of her last strokes inside o...
The characters and situations of this story are entirely imaginary. It is intended for adults who take pleasure in ponygirl and interracial lesbian fantasies. If this subject offends you, please don't start reading. Sabel Chapter One: A course for ponygirls Her dark skin would look perfect in a pink or green harness. Cathy couldn't help imagining what it...
I was 35 before I had sex with another woman. I admit having thought about it; I think most girls do. I had masturbated to pictures of women in my brother's Playboys, but never saw myself actually having lesbian sex. I liked boys. Or thought I did. My first boyfriend, Jock, owned a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and I think I was more in love with that bike th...
My life was changing. I had been a moderately successful fashion model who had suddenly become a minor celebrity by having my head shaved and appearing as the ancient Egyptian queen Nefertiti in a series of ads and appearances about a new cosmetic line. For a few months I was almost an object of worship for those who were fascinated by my bald head. At firs...
Harriet and Helga have agreed to spend more time with each other after Harriet outs herself to Helga, but because Helga's husband has been spying on her for his masters, Harriet suggests they exchange private information about each other. Helga is hesitant at first but she is anxious to please her new found friend and is angry that the Nazis have been spying...
I stared at Kelly. "Well, what are you waiting for, pet? Get your butt over there," she said softly. I realized I would have to be a little more careful when sitting because my ID tag was a little askew and got caught sideways when I plopped down in the chair, causing me to wince. Kelly knew what happened and just grinned. "What can we do for you, Kim?" Tam...
"I am truly yours now, my owners." "Yes, you our property now," confirmed Helen solemnly. "Our actual possession. You are our slave girl. It feels incredible to own you, our very own love slave." "It's fantastic," added Sassa, stepping toward me. I almost flinched as her hand suddenly shot out, but she only caressed my hair. "To actually OWN a PERSON who...
A True Slut’s Tales: II After The Honeymoon A Simple Recapping: There are certain times in a woman’s life, like when she is down on all fours naked, or knocked up, that we feel like nothing more than a trophy cow at an auction. I’m referring to those times when our breasts are just hanging from our chest, (with our asses hanging up there in the wind,) or f...
Hi, my name is Kenzi Kittle, and the little adventure that I will now relate began back when I was a senior in high school, after getting a job working as a cashier at the Latrelle Grocery store in rural Pennsylvania. I needed to make some money if I wanted to attend college that fall, and the neighborhood grocery store was about the only employment opportun...
It was a nice room. A little small but pretty in a quaint way. She wanted to move the two single beds together to create a double but she couldn’t because she wasn’t the only one staying there. Claire had been invited up skiing by some friends. They, all seven of them, had piled into a car and driven up to this little ski chalet. Claire was a tallish girl wi...