My name is Tessera. Tess for short. I'm 32, a boi-butch dyke and I have a mobile barber service, catering for lezgrrrls and gayboyz - more the former than the latter, but I love my poofy clients. And a surprising number of "str8" (haha) women who, ahem, protest their marital or hetero-partnered bliss rather too much, methinks! Well, in some cases I know that...
Authors note: Thanks to the widow for the edit. Lover's Games I sniffled as I stood in the corner, my pink thong at my knees in a tangled untidy rope. I was feeling most sorry for myself, and my bottom throbbed, burned, and seemed to grow bigger every second I stood there. Although it could have been worse. I could have been seated in the corner. I though...
[My sincere thanks to estragon for proof-reading this for me. -Tricia] Session II: Bared Bottom Friday came quickly and at 3:45 I was sitting in Dr. Gupta's waiting room, waiting for her to call me into her office. She had been right: I had been able to rearrange my hours easily. I work in IT at a local university and I'm usually running all over the campu...
Nicole rang Fiona's doorbell with genuine trepidation. Her heart was pounding because she was there to have a long time fantasy made real at last. She had always, for as many of her twenty-four years as she could remember, harboured a vague bi-curiosity and a carefully hidden urge to be submissive. Her submissive tendencies were real enough, she secretly l...
This is Camilla's gift to me: a helpless Fiona to do whatever I want with. I saddle up, making sure to dig the heels of my riding boots into her sides. She winces so I pull her head up with the reins, giving her hair a sharp tug too. "You're my little pony now, Fiona," I tell her. Camilla's getting comfortable on Ashley, stroking her ears and the back of he...
We walked, hand-in-hand, to Heather's kitchen, both of us wearing nothing but our smiles. I felt, in a strange way, a little more shyness than I normally felt. Heather seemed totally at home with our little nude jaunt. She carried herself well, walking smoothly and giggling most of the way. Her breasts, due mostly to their diminutive size, hardly bounced at...
Joey sat on the floor, in one of the rooms she shared with her fellow coeds. It was a two story townhouse that the girls shared. As usual, her long hair was a sloppy mess, and it was tied back in a loose ponytail. It was something that had become a trademark of hers, and added to her free-spirited sex appeal. She was reading a book called Losing the Light w...
I am not quite certain what happened while I relaxed under the shower. It was sort of an out of body experience, but more individually spiritual than any sanctioned religious definition. Considering I had recently been gang raped by eleven girls sporting strap on dildos, I suppose you could say I had my reasons. And, based upon everything I heard and underst...
This story, like all of my others, has not been edited by anyone but me. I have been looking for an editor but those who I have contacted have not replied. If anyone would be interested in editing my stories please message me. x ................................................ The next morning I woke alone. My arms were sprawled out across the bed from wh...
Background: This is conversation between two online friends, Rachel and Megan. Rachel is a 37-year old domme; Megan is a 19-year old college student in a relationship with an older girl (24). Meg and Rachel met and struck up as conversation after Meg's girlfriend asked her to consider spanking play. Rachel was bored and was going to sign off when she saw he...