As I told my story, my best friend Lynette's eyes grew wider with every passing moment. It was terrifying and humiliating, but at the same time I couldn't believe what a relief it was to finally talk about what Catherine had done to me. I had just admitted my most embarrassing personal secret to her, that when I was in college I had become the lesbian love s...
My name is Laura Marsh. My twin sister Emma moved with me when our parents died in a car accident, a couple of years, now 20, we enjoy each others company. We were quite normal sisters, but we were very open with each other; we would talk about boys, puberty, fantasies or anything. I remember one weekend when it all started, I was lying on the sofa watching...
Do you know how dogs sniff each other's butts? I am not sure why they do, but there is some kind of important communication going on. My name is Gaye and I am a blonde athletic woman in my mid-twenties. I want to stay tight and muscular. I got a dog last year and I named her "Lady." She is a beautiful mutt--half Golden Retriever and half German Shepherd. H...
We are in a poorly lit room and you have me up on a table of some sort with my skirt (I know) hiked up and my thong is nowhere to be found. You are driving two of your fingers inside of me because you are a selfish bitch and the sound of me begging for more gets you off. You couldn't keep your hands off of me nor could you sit still and you excused us so you...
Guest of Honor: A Real Treat After being asked to give a speech at the end of season tennis banquet at one of the local high schools I pondered what I would wear and what I would say to the young ladies on the team. Their coach had informed me that only the seven seniors would be attending the banquet along with her. I was nervous, the coach was gorgeous, i...
Sally's Story To say that the entrance hall to The House of Octavia is imposing would hardly do justice to the marble floor, the crystal chandeliers, the shimmering fountains and tropical plants. The opulence spoke of enormous extravagance. To anyone with less than a six figure annual income, it would feel intimidated. Sally Heathery did not have a six fig...
This story protected by Copyright and may not be published in any forum or medium without permission of the author. * She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle. Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go...
(I'm going to cut the boring part short;) It all started when me and Lolli went to our friends house party. We met a guy there and he liked Lolli. They arranged a date in two weeks and then Lolli was staying at mine, unless something happeneed with Tom (Her date) When the date came, Lolli came over to mine to get ready. She borrowed one of my dresses, and...
I am rubbing my tits, twisting and pinching, and thinking of you. Pulling my nipple rings, little fingers through them, thinking of you. I am plunging a finger in and out of my cunt, thinking of you. Now, two, then three. Unable to fist myself, but thinking of you, who can. Licking my sex-slick, closing my eyes, smelling my odours - created by thinking of...
It was a Thursday evening in early February. I chatted with Jon for about two days and decided to meet him in a bar in Marble Arch. I sat my back towards the glass window of the venue so I could face him and the bar behind him, and he would have all his attention on me. A very handsome, intelligent man in his mid-thirties, with mysterious eyes. At first he...