The story below is narrated in the 3rd person, referring to a sexually frustrated and lesbian curious mother ("she"/"her"). Curiosity leads to a reluctant oral tryst with a gothic lesbian 18 year old. Please enjoy. * * * Her daughter had entered the final year of schooling. A new phase of life lay ahead. Yes her 2 boys were going to be in high school for...
First to Terry thank you so much for taking the time to make my work worth reading. We all know I needed it. Ripley thank you so much for opening my mind to some different things. Jane Doe your writing is amazing! Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material, including very graphic descriptions of consensual sexual acts, especially...
Cleo woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing. Text message. "Fuck," she muttered. Swallowed once. Her mouth was dry, head pounding. All the classic signs of a hangover that was going to last all day. She rolled over and checked her phone. It was from her roommate, Joanna. J: U up? Cleo sighed and started typing. C: Yeah. Super hungover J: Me too. W...
I know you're sleeping, pretty girl. You look so peaceful and lovely tangled in the sheets with your hair spilling untidily about you, but I want your attention now so I put the music on too loud for 5am. The bass makes the bed tremble and shake, violating your slumber all the way from the outer room. And then, when you come out pissed off, I smile at you...
Sophia, decked out in her most revealing clothes she had, descended down the stairs into Helena's basement. She looked around appreciatively. The walls had every kind of punishment device imaginable: Whips, crops, belts, ropes, handcuffs, you name it, she had it. Sophia slowly walked around the room, trailing her fingers along some of the torture racks set u...
Summary: Cheryl Hart is is a bored suburban housewife who hires a special service to fulfill her kinky fantasies. She is abducted by a gang of Lesbians who use her for BDSM and sex. Introduction. Cheryl had just completed the latest grueling day of her insipid life. She flipped on the lights in the foyer of her posh suburban house, remarking to herself how...
The events of the afternoon had served to sober up Irene and Elaine, but Irene was still well over the driving limit. She would stay the night and drive home in the morning. They all looked forward to bedtime. Irenes husband was working away so her eighteen-year-old son, Robert, was at home on his own. She phoned Robert to explain that she could not drive....
There she was again, strutting into the kitchen like she owned the place, dressed in her usual outfit, a pair of torn bikini panties and an old bra. Brenda kept her eyes focused on Karen, pissed off just at the sight of her, wishing she could wipe the smirk off the bitch's face right then and there. Brenda was wary when Tracy had asked her whether her siste...
I woke up when the sun had crept barely above the rooftops, the first sensation an incredible stiffness from sleeping on the concrete floor. I slowly stretched, scratching my back and rubbing an arm that had fallen asleep, trying to get my circulation going. I was hungry, and would kill for a toothbrush. When I looked around, I could see Rebekka standing a...
We handed the joint back and forth as we passed each other getting dressed for our night out. Camille paused and dropped her towel, giving me a nice look at her round brown ass. "Stop....bend over Camille, show me that wet pussy, baby". I couldn't help myself, this was the first time in our long relationship that I was being given total nasty perverted fre...