She didn't have a lot of time. Fight with the bouncer at the Coronado Grill had given her a red welt under the left eye and delayed her for fifteen precious minutes. Marci would be home soon. In her mind Gwen could see her. Marci wearing her little business suit, tapping her fingers on the side of the car like she always did waiting for the traffic to open u...
I had a slight cold and a blocked nose. Not my idea of a romantic first time with a girl, but what can you do? I was insistent on never following female stereotypes anyway — about how we all have at least one lesbian encounter in our early twenties, or even high school years. I was adamant that I knew who I was, and I'd never slobber all over another girl. I...
Stretched out spread eagle on the mattress, hands and feet tied to each corner post, I hear the door open. Footsteps echo on the hardwood floor and I crane my neck to ensure that I'm not mistaken. The panties stuffed in my mouth have long lost their flavor but I clamp down, drawing a tiny squirt of cold juice. The sounds die midway down the hall and I liste...
A few days later, Melanie was walking a few doors down to her best friend Carissa's house. She and Carissa (or Kissa, as Melanie frequently called her), had known each other since they were toddlers, but they'd been fucking each other even longer than Melanie and Kayla had. They'd started when Melanie had first started lactating when she was only a "teeny-...
The girls faced each other in a small pocket of space on the streetcar. One had hair the color of the desert at sunset. The other had soft, onyx curls escaping from a ponytail and quivering by her cheeks. They stood as well as they could in the onslaught of other transit riders: self-centered, oblivious people that neither noticed nor cared about the others...
Helen Davison walked into the main concourse of the airport and headed purposefully for the check-in area. She was quite an attractive woman with deep hazel eyes, rounded cheek-bones, a button nose and full lips. She wore her long, blonde hair loose and it hung below her shoulders. She wore a well tailored, black trouser suit, a dark purple blouse and on he...
This is my first submission. Feedback is most welcome. It is a simple erotic encounter, so should you be looking for depth, go elsewhere. --------------------------------------------- Everyone has their fetishes right? Mine's not that weird really; not compared to what I see on the internet... I don't think so anyway. There's just something about storm...
Fuck. "Don't stop." She pleaded, the soft heels of her feet digging into Diana's back. "God, please don't!" Diana didn't answer as her fingers played with the delicate heart between the woman's thighs. Soft, wet, that was all Diana needed. There was nothing that did the job better than sliding your fingers into that, she thought, feeling the warmth and wat...
My name is Gabriela. No, it's not, but I'm not telling you my real name. I'm 29 years old. I was 29 last year too. I'm a professional girlfriend. My boyfriends' wives would call me a whore. My boyfriends buy me jewelry, clothing, pay my rent, my credit card bills, sometimes even give me shares in their companies or illegal stock tips. What do they get ou...
Jenna was a bossy girl. She always was the mother when she played house, always telling people what to do. She was curious too. All her life she did what she was told to do. Not that she really listened, she would do what she wanted behind people's backs and made sure nobody ever knew. She liked boys sure enough, but there was a constant feeling in her mind,...