There is so much fun to be had in the world of sexual play. Seriously. My name is Nina Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I love Black women. I've always been into them. Caucasian chicks don't do anything for me. When I came out as queer in college, I w...
I have made the decision that this will be a multi-part story, but haven't decided how many parts there will be. If you have any comments, requests, or feedback I would love to hear it. -Beginnergurl ----------------------------------------------- I have always had the fantasy of being with another woman, but I was scared that I would get in there to freez...
This is Part 2 of the Overtime story. Part 1 can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/overtime-22 This will be my third story submission and many thanks to ScarlettKisses for her help in editing this story; this is a better and less error strewn work for her attentions. As before, all feedback and comments gratefully received - those from the first...
"How is she doctor?" "I don't know, Sharon. She's unresponsive. We'll do a full neurological work up tomorrow, but for now there's not much I can do. Can you see that she's comfortable please? I need to check on Ms. Andrews in room 318." "Certainly doctor." The door closes and the doctor's heavy footsteps disappear down the hall. You try to move, to open...
After I finished class for the day, I went to the campus gym. Normally I hate working out but I've managed to find some extra motivation lately. I did my normal routine, spending thirty minutes on the treadmill before moving onto one of the resistance machines to work my legs. Nothing too strenuous but I worked up a nice sweat. In fact, working up a sweat wa...
I'd like to thank my new best friend for help with this story. ***** "Another beer, Blake?" Phil, the BonSant Feed Company Rep', didn't wait for Blake to answer. He waived at the sexy waitress and she delivered two more beers. They were sitting so close to the stage, they were almost a part of the show. "Gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight....
Paris was our garden of ecstasies. One evening we find a girl-bar in Rue Mouffetard, a lesbian cellar, dank, dark, noisy, crowded with university students. older butches in full drag, baby dykes with rings in their nostrils, a drummer and two guitarists on a small stage, women of course, the musicians wearing tight striped tank-tops that barely cover their...
(Warning. If racial slurs truly offend you skip this story.) * "I can't believe it. My boy is out there right now trying to get a job to keep a roof over our heads and here you are with that thing!" Mrs. Brenan snarled as she walked into the room where Angie was trying to hide her vibrator. Her daughter in law blushed hotly and remained frozen in place, he...
CHAPTER 1 I was having a really shitty day. My job can be really shitty. Most of the time I enjoy it, but that day, I had been up to my neck in shit. Like most engineers I spend most of my time in front of a computer, but some days you have to get your hands dirty. Shit happens, and Victorian sewers burst and collapse. Shit certainly happened that day. The...
Music boomed in my ears, merged with an ambiance of many voices. I sat sipping at the mixed drink, watching the people around me out of the corner of my eye. I didn't care for the band, and the drinks were warm, but there was no place better to meet people than parties; especially these types of parties. Finally, my eyes landed on a good possibility; she w...