She comes in. There's something about her. About the song in her walk and the smile in her chest. About the aroma of her being. About the puff of her ego. About her nipple. Small, so incredibly tiny, hiding away in the darkness, lurching, waiting, conspiring, plotting. Patient. Living life in the shadows, hidden, on the edge, touching the edge, that small p...
Charmaine looked across the dinner table at the woman sitting opposite. She paused for a few moments before saying 'No, I've never been with a woman'. It had been a hell of a question and Charmaine felt a mixture of excitement – at the thrill of it all – and anger – at being asked such a personal question, by someone she had only met for the first time earli...
Disclaimer: this is a purely fictional story. All characters are over the age of 18, and are not modeled around specific people. ***** Chapter 1: Good Girls Study Samantha walked through the front door, her classes done for the day. Immediately the classic sounds of the Sappho Sorority House's hustle and bustle took over. Music filtered from various bed...
Nickie was enjoying going dress shopping. She had found several cute and sexy dresses. She was looking through the racks of nighties when a girl walked up to her. "Anything I can help you find?" the girl, whose name was Emily, asked. "Nope," Nickie said with a smile. "But thanks." "If you need anything, just holler," Emily said and walked away. Nickie co...
Emma rests her head on her arm and watches the clouds drift by. Many days have passed at the estate since her father brought her here, to spend some time with her cousin Audrey. They had played together when they were very young amidst the poplars and the weeping willows. Life was far more exciting in those earlier days. Now each day passes languidly into th...
Summary: White woman submits to a dominant black woman at crash pad. Note: This is dedicated to the REAL David and the REAL Erin who this story is about...which is a "based on real events" type of story. Thanks to: MAB7991, Richard, and goamz for their editing of all my stories. ***** The past few days had been a whirlwind that ended up with me in Mi...
I'd been dreaming of this weird forest for a while. Every night I'd find myself walking along a path through the woods, right where I left off the last time. Sometimes there were road signs, but like most dreams the text on them was garbled or impossible to remember. The only thing I could figure out was that the place I was headed toward had a little heart...
From a bowl of freshly cut fruit, Gwen deftly plucked a wedge of strawberry with the first two toes of her left foot, and then carefully dipped it into another bowl of melted chocolate. Domenique lay on her belly, and watched hungrily as her lover took care to immerse the entire piece of fruit as well as the tips of her toes into the limpid brown pool. If no...
Elizabeth and I have been friends for more years than we care to remember. She is the one person I feel totally comfortable with, and who knows ALL my secrets. I have always known she is bi-sexual and admired the fact that she took the world by storm, while I was afraid to act on my desires. I have always been able to be sexually free with her. We had seen...
A lot of people are surprised when they meet me. Zafirah Hasibah Kadir is the name. Born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Presently I live in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I am an Arab woman through and true, and a practicing Muslim to boot. I am proud of my Saudi Arabian roots and I am proud of my faith as a woman from the Islamic world...