My name is Miranda Hill. I'm a tall, slender and deliciously big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman living in the Back Bay area of Boston, Massachusetts. After many years as a WNBA superstar, I left the fast-growing world of women's professional sports and returned to college. I wanted to mentor young women, especially young Black women. I felt there was...
If you haven't read the first four installments you probably should. I will warn you that the first three contain graphic male on male sex. The next two are female masturbation and will be followed by graphic lesbian sex. The end result will be a bisexual foursome where anything goes. For those of you adventurous enough to come along - read on. ***** Lori...
Raven sat in the back corner of the seedy bar, wanting nothing more than to leave, but she couldn't bring herself to move. The little blonde who had walked in shortly after her was having problems with men keeping their hands off her and Raven felt a strange need to help. A yelp brought her out of her revery. The blonde had bent over to hit a pool ball whe...
Author's note: This is the second part of "Spanks for the memories" - If you have not read part one I suggest you do, but this story can be read separately. Thank you to my readers who sent positive feedback. Maria's story continues: Driving home from Elizabeth's after my first spanking session I felt as if I was in another world. My whole body seemed to t...
The basketball season was drawing to a close. Boise State had a losing record for the third season in a row, and the coach, Deidre Desyre, was worrying about her job. Near the end of the season she had started putting her younger players in extensively. As a result, Astrid Martin had seen her minutes played increase from 20 minutes a game to almost 30. She a...
"I didn't hurt your arm, did I?" Linda asked, slightly worried over her dominating behavior, yet feeling like she just wanted to mount the other woman right then and grind her ass into the woman's face. Smiling slightly, Carrie shook her head, finally regaining her balance. "No," she said, reaching down to pull her pants up, "Sometimes, it's good to be domi...
Taking no chances, Jenny arrived in front of Kristin's door at 7:30 instead of 8. But she didn't want to be too early, either, so she stood silently in the hallway, barely daring to breathe, until she heard the chiming of Bowmore's clocktower. Then she rapped on the wooden door as loudly as she dared. Footsteps sounded, the door creaked open, and framed ther...
Carrie, Anna and Julie crouched low so they wouldn't be caught watching the spinster pleasing herself. The sign on the office door said her name was Hannah Smuggs. Julie started breathing heavy as she watched the 50 year old Hannah thrusting the vibrator in her pussy. Carrie knew it was Julie's turn to be fucked. Anna and Carrie watched the activity in the o...
Authors Note: All characters presented in this story are over 18 years of age. ************* She got to me from the moment she walked into my class that day. As she walked past my desk, giggling with her girlfriends in that high-pitched girly voice of hers, something stirred deep inside me... The tiny, skin-tight skirt on that petite little body of hers,...
Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved. * * * * * Jenny. I must have dropped off. It was Paul stirring beside me that had awakened me. He grunted and moaned in his sleep. Lifting his wrist I looked at his watch. It was after five. I needed the toilet. I climb slowly from the bed so as not to wake Paul. Not that there was much chance of that, what wit...