Debbie couldn’t be happier to be a bridesmaid at her sister’s wedding. The room was full of women in their underwear giggling as each one took their turn to have their hair done and their makeup applied. The scent of flowers wafted through the room as each bouquet was delicately placed next to each bridesmaid’s dress. “Who is next?” the beautician called ou...
A long-lost co-worker (call her Cara) once told me this story. It's a little long, because to tell you the truth I love the details. I completely believe her, although she in no way put any moves on me, and I have no idea where she is these days or what she's been doing since. ##################### Cara went to college at UC Santa Cruz, a major lesbian han...
Author's note: This story is the first part of a trilogy as told to me by my wife Marie. All names and places have been changed to protect the innocent. If you find incest, group sex, marital infidelity or lesbianism offensive this series is not for you. * * * * * I don't remember how old I was the first time I started thinking about my sister in a sexual...
I had just turned eighteen, the first time I ever touched another woman. It was a tender age of experimentation, insecurity, and hedonism. Lots of things happened that year, I bought packs of cigarettes that I never smoked, because I could. I watched porn, and went to adult shops. I did all the things I'd been told I couldn't do when I was younger. I did it...
Teresa was an ordinary woman. She had married Nick 7 years ago. Things had been pretty good with them. She was happy with her life. Teresa had a job three days a week at the local bookstore. It didn't pay real well but it got her out of the house. It also let her do her second favorite thing, read. Today she felt a little risqué; she wore a one-piece dress...
Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories...
The Hand Off Sometime later, I lay panting on the floor, still naked and unashamed. Maylene had departed, but complemented Naomie, "You picked yourself a fine little piece of ass," as she walked out the door. It was then that I heard Rasha ask, "Do you mind if I play with your pretty little blonde Barbie doll, too?" Moments later, I was holding hands with...
Author’s note: Warning! This story contains a mild drug reference. If this offends you, you’ve been warned. We join the story again with Audrey Porter on the previous day. Unlike the previous two parts, this one will be in third person. This is my attempt at actual character development… sex included, some assembly required. :D Phylicia was gone. She had ap...
All build up no delivery, laying groundwork. I picked my way up the narrow path between the top of the gorge and the moor with the open landscape on one side and the steep rocky slope falling away to the other. I'd been drenched down in the valley earlier in the afternoon, and apparently it had rained here too, so that the worn rocks of the path over which...
The following is a true story. So, I am a highschool Spanish teacher. I've had this student, Ashley, since her sophomore year. She was and still is beautiful. Her semi-long, dirty blonde hair caught rays of light in an unbelievable manner. When I looked into her crystal blue eyes and realized she was looking back, my knees would almost buckle. We would di...