Hello! This is my second story, the title is inspired by the song "Latch" by Disclosure (it's a good song, check it out!) I tried and tried to find an editor (emailed about four people from the volunteer list with no reply) so please excuse the technical problems, along with me being an amateur writer. With that being said, if anyone is game, I am looking fo...
Matilda's Morning Milk Like Matilda, Like Me - First Lesbian Exploration To New Boating Adventures! I have a confession to make... I'm a youngish '20 something' woman that fantasises over my unfulfilled secret desire - 'The Mature Woman Experience.' At least the idea of all this makes me so incredibly hot as I have never experienced any of this... as of...
It's a slow night at the club. I've spent the evening dancing on the sparsely-populated dance floor with this Sapphic succubus with big tits, a soft pouting mouth and hands that can't stay still. They've been cupping and massaging my ass during all the slow numbers, and brushing up against my tits during all the fast ones. I think once she got a quick nipple...
I have always wanted to partake in a Dominant/submissive relationship. Especially the submissive role. There is something about being treated like shit that always turned me on. I first met her while I was on Chatango. Her name was Sara. She was a brilliant Mistress. Always making me feel like shit and giving me the most mind shattering orgasms I have ever h...
I am writing this as a task for my Domme. You are busy unfastening my belt, kissing me deeply. My hands are buried in your long blonde hair. A gentle bite on my neck raises goosebumps on my skin and I moan into your kiss. Her hands run along my sides and up my chest. She starts unbuttoning my shirt but her hands become distracted when my tits become exposed...
"Go on home, I'll be fine here for just a bit longer." Looking around, I realize I have no say in her decision so it's best to just let Tami have her way as usual. Casting the final doubting glance in her direction, I turn and leave her in the backroom. The hot sun beats down on my freshly burned skin. Swimming for over five hours without rubbing on sunscre...
She left her card at the gym reception desk and the receptionist chased me down to give it to me. You read that her name is Emily. She must have been a bitch to the receptionist cause now the poor girl fears she might lose her job. She trembles as she goes back to her chair behind the large desk. Emily's power over people should scare you but it only turns y...
I'd been in the pool approaching an hour, length after length & starting to feel the burn so I stop at the side for a breather. I now notice just how empty the pool has become, but also notice the sensation of being watched. You know, that sensation of eyes burning into you... so I look around for the source. An old fat hairy man is floating on his back, a w...
It was 5:30 PM in the cinder-blocked ante-room to the Fertility Experiment. My secretary Sherry and I were giggling. "Dr Barton, I never expected," Sherry laughed, "when I took a job in a hospital to find myself bare assed, bumping butts with my boss, bent over being poked and prodded by Nurse Wretched, that bitch on duty." I whispered my reply, "Oh, I'm su...
You know my story. Or rather, you think you know my story. The story of the poor little girl whose mother died when she was young and her father remarried. Who became little more than a servant in her own home after the death of father. You think my fairy godmother or perhaps the spirit of my late mother in a tree blessed me so that I went to the ball and m...