Looking at the picture in your hand one more time, you offer yourself some reassurance before you knock on the door in front of you. You look up to see a beautiful lady open the door. With a polite nod she waves you inside. You can't help but notice the smell she is exuding as you walk past her. You want to stop and talk to her a bit, maybe admire that busin...
"I didn't hurt your arm, did I?" Linda asked, slightly worried over her dominating behavior, yet feeling like she just wanted to mount the other woman right then and grind her ass into the woman's face. Smiling slightly, Carrie shook her head, finally regaining her balance. "No," she said, reaching down to pull her pants up, "Sometimes, it's good to be domi...
The Luger felt cold and heavy in Anne-Marie's small hand. She hated guns, violence, confrontation, and was by nature timid and reserved. Under normal circumstances she would be home now, or maybe out with Polly at the girl's club, in the underground. I wish I was anywhere but here, she thought. Circumstances were far from normal, for this was Paris in 1943 a...
(This story takes place shortly after the previous Serena story "A Night at the Symphony". Some familiarity with Serena from the previous stories might help move the story along.) I was absolutely right. She did fit right in my lap. I thought she would, so that wasn't a surprise. What was a surprise though was that she seemed to be a mighty aggressive woman...
This story has taken a different path from the original conception thanks to feedback from one reader. While it would have been nice if the comment had not been anonymous and maybe a little more polite, it did at least spur me into writing the next instalment from a different perspective and this is the result. As always, your constructive feedback is great...
I had always sworn that I would keep my virginity until I got married. Now if you knew me now, you would laugh at that comment, but back then I was in my mid teens, I tried hard to keep to that promise, and believe me it wasn't easy. I was tall, 5'9, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned and 36 DD. Everyone always assumed my breasts weren't natural because o...
It was a rainy Friday in mid-September and Allison Gardner was bored. Naturally she was excited to start her senior year at Warwick Central High. As far as she was concerned, she couldn't wait to graduate. She figured she'd stick around for another year or so and attend classes at the local community college with her best friend, Sara, before moving on to so...
Tattoos adorned her arms, back and chest. She wore a tight tank top that showed her ample 38dd chest and did little to hide her tapered waist and slightly protruding belly. Faded blue jeans hung from her wide hips but clung tightly to her full round ass and thick muscular thighs. Her ears each held multiple piercings and a small diamond stud sparkled in her...
After a long day at work, Linda started to get tired, bored after sitting at her computer for nine hours. Even though it was past time for her to head home, she had one more file to finish up, a presentation for her boss, Carrie. At twenty-five, Linda had been working in the office for a few years but ever since her promotion, Carrie, her new boss, had ridde...
My name is Amanda. This story happened when I was 23, fresh out of college with my brand new diploma in BusAdmin - Management. I figured I would get a good job and move right up. Yeah, sure. No one hires an inexperienced young woman into a high paying job. The best offer (read "only") was from a mid-size company as an Administrative Assistant, with a promise...