Gosh I love computers. I had just got the new large screen Apple laptop and I was flying to Atlanta, Georgia. When she brushed past me to take the window seat I really didn't pay that much attention, other than to notice her musk perfume as I breathed in her fragrance. "Wow," I heard her say as she looked at my computer, "that's a big screen." Leaning...
The small hotel was beautiful, several miles off the main highway, on a private drive. If it weren't for detailed map I was given I would have driven right past it. As we drove up the winding driveway, I reached over and squeezed Camille's exposed thigh. "Total Trust baby, and total privacy. I pulled a couple favors to get us a room here for the night, and...
All girls involved in this chapter are 18 years old and seniors at their high school. --------------- Months went by and Britney became quite accustomed to being Sarah's bitch. She never fully accepted it publicly, but on the inside, she was more than happy to be dominated by her brunette rival. She even lashed back out a few times, just to be defeated and...
"Is your homework done, dear?" Kayla rolled her eyes. This was becoming tedious. "Mom, I'm in university now. I don't have homework, I have reading." "Well, is your reading done, dear?" Kayla cringed. Of course her reading was done, but it never failed that her mother would ask her regardless. She was nineteen, a high school graduate with honors, and...
A lesbian tale with hints of domination/submission, and including lactation; as always, if this is not your thing, feel free to pass on. * Mia stood in line at the coffee house, waiting her turn to give the anxious barista her drink order. Each time a new caffeine-seeking customer walked through the door, a gust of wind burst through the entrance, leaving...
Please call me Farrah Abdullah. Or Little Farrah. Everyone does, whether I like it or not. Story of my life. I was born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, but moved to the city of ottawa, province of ontario, about a decade ago. I am still considered a newcomer to the Confederation of Canada, even though I have been here for a while. I am twenty two...
I didn't really understand the meaning of the word until I met her. It was a casual encounter. Out with friends, having drinks on a Thursday evening. She was a friend of a friend and I was immediately drawn to her....unsure why, but curious, we began to talk. A few glasses of wine later, inhibitions started to relax, we began to speak candidly, I found mys...
(This story was inspired by a long distance relationship with wicked awesome phone sex and my wild imagination. Enjoy :P) * Studwhore (N.) : One who is a whore for her stud. See Fig.1: Me I'm in her bed on all fours. She's got my jeans and boxers around my ankles. White beater bunched up at my shoulders. She's kissing my back and running her tongue down m...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
Part 1: I walked through town, on my way to meet up with Pearly at the Grand Bar and Hotel. I was excited, a little nervous. I walked slowly and "browsed" in storefronts without registering the t-shirts and caps for sell. A car passed on the main street; some friends honked and waved as they drove, startling me from my anxious thoughts of sex. "Hi, hi" I wa...