The name is Amanda Haguel and I am a young biracial woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am the heroine of this tawdry little tale. A five-foot-nine, lean and athletic, caramel-skinned and curly-haired gal with curves in all the right places. The daughter of an African-American father and a Caucasian mother. Born and raised in Bean Town, USA....
They sat there enjoying dinner, and she pondered how to ask Sue to spend the night. She didn't want to ruin the friendship when Sue learned the real reason for the sleep over. She took a sip of her coffee, swallowed hard, and nervously asked. "Sue how'd you like to spend the night at my place the next time Bradley is out of town?" Sue giggled. "You know t...
Although I haven't actually been hibernating this past winter I sure haven't been showing a lot of skin. Now that spring is officially here, I had to take care of all the fur I let grow. I looked up a shop nearby and called for an appointment for a wax job. I loved the sound of her voice on the phone, she sounded so cheerful, with an Asian singsong accent, I...
I got back from a business trip a little earlier than expected and decided to spend that day, that had come out ouf the blue, with Nina. My wife didn't expect me back for another day. It was like 4 in the afternoon when I got to Nina's place and let myself in with some flowers in my hand. Nina wasn't in. I had expected her to, as she had told me she was stud...
At my school there were the Kool Girls who smoked, drank and had boyfriends, the Nerds who studied and wore their skirts long, and the Lezzos, the ones who played sport. I, of course was a Kool Girl. I was scathing about the Lezzos. The Lezzos stripped naked in the PE change room, whereas the rest of us managed contortions behind our towels and uniform tunic...
My name is Tessera. Tess for short. I'm 32, a boi-butch dyke and I have a mobile barber service, catering for lezgrrrls and gayboyz - more the former than the latter, but I love my poofy clients. And a surprising number of "str8" (haha) women who, ahem, protest their marital or hetero-partnered bliss rather too much, methinks! Well, in some cases I know that...
"I suppose someone, somewhere, got the first ever blow job. I mean sex is for procreation, right? Essentially, that's what it is for. So, logic follows that at one point in human history there was a time before the trimmings were added. Yeah?" Harvey wasn't looking for an answer, but I nodded my head anyway, trying not to look as if I was in a rush, which I...
Author's Note -- This story contains many taboo themes, the main one being possible incest in later stories and some others although I don't want to give the surprises away. This opening chapter is more romantic and set up for a much longer story, so if you're looking for instant sex, this might not be your cup of tea. It is my first proper long story and it...
In the fast pace of the game I barely grasped that the Swedish player #15 came from behind the goal to the corner, trying to fool the puck past the netminder from there. But the goalie was good as always, getting down fast and stopping the puck, and at that same moment I was there to do my part. The Swede tried to slash around with her stick, but of course t...
A swim. I was really looking forward to a swim. The day was hot and sultry with no sign of a breeze, and the next cool change seemed to be days off. It had been a hot, steamy Sydney summer, the past month been made hotter and steamier for me because it had been the month of the gay and lesbian Mardi Gras. In March each year, the city throbs to a queer beat,...