At eighteen Tasha had everything. Academically she was top of the class. She was captain of the basketball and hockey teams and had won 'personality of the year' each year since we had started secondary school. She was also an accomplished musician playing violin and piano for a young musicians club in the Central City. To top it all off, she was the most be...
The Köntlicher Files, Chapter 3: Mark and Samantha Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers The Köntlicher (pronounced: kōn-li-shay) Institute is affiliated with a major Midwestern University, and dedicated to the study of heterosexual relationships disrupted by apparently aberrant behavior by the female partner. Most conclusions are derived from statistical data...
Back in Glasgow I was kept busy between working different hours at the restaurant and my school work. What time I had off I spent studying and still managed to keep up a correspondence with Emma. I could go dancing on the weekends, so getting dates was not a problem, keeping them was because of my busy schedule. In her letters Emma was still telling me abou...
Goodbye to the Past Part 01 - Personal Assistant Required A repressed young girl's sexual awakening begins at the hands of an older woman. Say goodbye to the guilt Leave the past behind Leave the pain with the past Lighten up the cross It's a long journey ahead Annette Peacock/Bill Bruford, Adios a al Pasada (Goodbye to the Past) 1978 Prologue Caitlin Pr...
Ch. 02: An Interlude We all piled off the bus into the cold night air, stumbling wearily down the steps into a crowd of waiting parents. A cloud of mist from our steamy breath formed over us as we all gathered at the side of the bus waiting for the driver to unload our bags and all the kit from the luggage compartment. We were quiet now, and sleepy after th...
Author's Note - Thank you all for your support of my first ever story last month. I hope you enjoy this story as well, as I look forward to improving my erotic writing skills in the future. - EAL ***** When I first got my job as a IT billing consultant, I couldn't get enough of the travel. Even though the pay was OK and the job was nothing special, I LOVED...
My name is Eloise Jenkins and I'm a young woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm around five-foot-ten, kind of plump, with red hair, green eyes and alabaster skin. I'm an Irish-American lesbian and I'm also a BDSM fanatic. By nature, I am submissive. My Mistress Kendra Jones taught me all I know. She's a six-foot-three, curvy and big-bottom...
(It was Wednesday mid morning. I turned my laptop on and saw that Dee was available.) 'How are you today Dee.' 'I'm free for about fifteen mins.' 'Good. Did you sleep well?' 'I read and read your email - I slept like a baby.' 'I wish I could have been in your arms. Like my pix?' 'I loved them. I want to eat you.' 'Mmmm. Come on then Dee - I'll open my...
Tonya arched her rear off of her dorm bed, the humming of the silver vibrator muffled as she buried the smooth shaft into her pussy. Her long legs were spread with her feet planted apart against the baseboard, knees bent. Her rising mound meeting the humming vibrator allowing for a deeper penetration, the thick strip of deep red pubic hair was matted to her...
The closing remarks were just finishing. I glanced over to see my mother fidgeting. She grew increasingly uncomfortable, shifting around on her tatami mat. I leaned in against Lydia. She put her arm around my shoulders and rested her cheek against my head. The conference had been wonderful. I suspected my mother was about to explode. I mused that she must be...