Sally was cleaning up at Shepherd's Bar, a roadhouse out on Rt 62. I was past closing time, but she knew there was a party out back, because people didn't want to stop drinking just because the liquor laws said otherwise, and there was good money to be made in catering to that impulse. So long as things stayed quiet the cops wouldn't pay attention, for the v...
Standing in the doorway her eyes scan the room, flicking over the objects she had set out earlier, a small smile lifting her lips as her eyes rest on one object in particular, a soft laughfilling the silence. Nodding her head in satisfaction she turns to leave just as the doorbell sounds, racing towards the front she quickly pulls open the door, her grin gro...
Dana kneeled on the bed with her face resting on the feather pillow, her blue tee-shirt sliding down her flawless back. She slid the ice cube up and down her ass crack, her body heat melting it and letting it drip down to her hairless puss and letting it run down her smooth thighs. Her hands were slippery with the water. She pushed the shrinking ice cube int...
Scotland: 1558 That morning, the hunting party departed early. Margarete was grateful. For the first time, she accompanied Lise across the fields, carrying a gathering basket of her own. With the men gone, she felt free to do her own will and, of a sudden, the relative stillness of the Dying house did not appeal to her. It felt very good to stride in amia...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...
In 'Virgin Whirlwind' I recounted my first successful lesbianising in a Spanish package holiday hotel. My next adventure, in the Canaries, a year later, was rather different. ***** 1 The hotel was a few miles from the nearest town, which meant that unless you went on one of the coach outings the travel company wanted you to pay for, or mastered the loc...
I feel the sharp pang of disappointment as I realize that my own psyche has left me stranded on the floor, bereft of the means and energy to scale the soaring walls of delight that I was so close to conquering moments ago. I weaken as the rush of passion ebbs and the soft focus of arousal fades, replaced by the harsh glare of the fluorescent bulb above me an...
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Foreword: Both characters depicted here are 18 years or older. I didn't feel it was important to give them specific ages and my Mistress often refers to me as a girl. As this story was originally written by her directive, I tried to carry over a distinction between Domme and sub through use of language which comparatively glorifies or diminishes characters w...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has be...