Some years back, Mithu (wife of my hubby's cousin brother) came to stay with us. The day she came, three of us went to a party in the evening. There was a lot of drinking & dancing till late night. I danced with a number of men; Mithu also danced a lot. Music was not fast and we mostly had close dance – men had gala time, so did women. Mithu and I once danc...
Sarah wasn't feeling well. Her stomach ached almost constantly, and she had trouble keeping food inside. It had worsened two months ago and took a great deal of energy out of her. It also made her look like a ghost. She saw a doctor and a scan had been made. "Hard to tell" seemed to be the first opinion - and the second opinion was the same. There were...
This story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to any people real or imagined is purely coincidental. Chapter 1: I'm Only Sleeping My name is Natasha Hospes. And I want to tell you a story, A story about love. I grew up in a small town just outside LA. I got good grades at school, Especially in maths, I've always been good at maths. Which is lucky because I'...
Sarah slowly reached below the desk, unlaced her sneakers and pulled them off her feet. Next came her socks, one by one, which she tucked into her shoes. With both feet bare, she lowered them on to the thick, plush carpet. Slowly, she brushed the bottom's of her feet back and forth. The rich, plush pile felt wonderful. Sarah gazed back at the computer on th...
Amber, dripping and oozing like the weeping blood of a Goddess's wound, flowed across Her tender breast. How deeply it sank into the soft umber of Her skin, mixing like brass and gold in a pot of copper. A smile, teeth glistering just as brightly as the shimmering flow of honey. Coy eyes, hidden behind silken wrappings. A ritual completed so infrequently and...
Polly was a blonde bombshell if ever there was one. She wanted to be just like Brittany Spears. So she wore her hair like Brittany, took classes to dance like Brittany, and sang along to Brittany as she drove her Mazda. Just like Brittany, Polly was a wet dream come true. She was tall, toned, and blonde. She had long legs, full lips and big tits, and now she...
This is my first submission to the site. I hope you enjoy it. Back-to-back shifts suck ass. I tromp up the front walk of one of the more expensive homes on the wealthier side of town, answering a burglary call that came in exactly twenty minutes before I would have gotten off work and gone home to sleep. Of course. The place is a little unusual--no lights...
She's a busy sort, utilizing the finite minutes of each day, always directed, the day's agenda planned at the office in the morning, or sometimes the previous evening, with me aware of it when I see that distracted look in her eyes. Sometimes I think this relationship is ridiculous, too many places where the quilts don't match. But it goes on. Three years no...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
Sarah and I walked back to the hotel after the Concert. As we talked, we held hands and discovered that not only did we have the same musical tastes, we even had some mutual acquaintances. We had a quick smooch. I so hoped that my friend Emm, with whom she had had an erotic encountered earlier, would be preoccupied with the gorgeous American, Anne, whom my...