Ms Rider had been my Professor for exactly ten minutes when I realised that there was going to be an issue. Not only had I come to terms with my sexuality over the summer and started hooking up with girls, but I had discovered the niche of women over the age of thirty we're what turned me on the most. Sitting in the sunny classroom the first day back at univ...
Sometime ago, I was brought to this site by white woman who wanted me to read a story that she found, in her own words, "interesting." She had sent me a link to my email one day and, before I knew it, there I was gazing upon the erotic stories from so many. Well, I read the little story she wanted me to read. Since then, I have thought about adding my own...
Chapter 5: Let's Dance Sharon sat glumly on the edge of the bed, totally nude, elbows on knees, chin in her hands as she watched Lillian pack. It was still dark outside. "This sucks," she declared for the umpteenth time. Lillian heaved a lovingly exasperated sigh as she continued to arrange her clothing in the matched designer label suitcases. "Beloved,...
Note to Reader: Mary Stuart is 30-year old married high school teacher and seems to be going nowhere in life until she meets the exotic Maryam. Mary's father, James Falkner is an evangelical Christian, preacher, Calvinist theologian, Eschatologist, televangelist and prominent advisor to the Republican Party. Pastor Falkner appears, "Welcome dear viewers, w...
*** An excerpt from SOUP Wars *** She ran from her family and rode for two hundred and fifty miles. Her souped-up vintage and yellow Harley with a hybrid-electric adaptor and a full tank of high-octane liquid biomass could’ve made it past the United States border with the greatest of ease. Candi didn’t check her fuel gauge before her escape from the hell th...
Introduction Yes, it's me again, Davina, here to give you the dirt on my life to date. That sounds good, doesn't it? It sounds as if I'm much more interesting than your average IT nerd; as if I've got a dark side and secrets to shock the world. And maybe I have. Now there are other stories circulating about me. Some of them were written by yours truly, s...
*This work is purely fiction, or something like that. Based upon a dream i had involving a very close Friend of mine ~blows kisses to Her~. Names were altered to give Her the privacy She deserves, but published for mostly Her enjoyment. Enjoy!* ~*the kitten*~ An unexpected yet pleasant surprise. Star absently brushed at her jeans, to rid herself of invisib...
Mist gathers around the house on an otherwise clear and starlit night. It moves from window to window until it finds the one it seeks, then flows in. swirling at the foot of the bed, it grows slowly solid. Finally I stand there, smiling down at you. "I'm a heavy sleeper," you said. I step closer to test that, drawing back the covers. You shift as the cool ai...
For several weeks after Susan and Ellen spent that hot and heavy evening with me, Susan and I swapped dozens of teasing, sometimes naughty, sometimes inquisitive and sometimes just friendly emails. Of course, we had moved from the company email system to our personal computers. During those weeks, Susan admitted to being confused about her sexuality. She had...
"Whoever had the brilliant idea to hire two female anchors, should be taken out and shot," Sue Marshal said, as she watched the two women storm off to their respective dressingrooms. Sue was the producer of the late night K-U-N-T Channel 7 TV news program the two women were supposed to co-host, and had been dealing with their temper tantrums for over six mon...