In my former life, my name was Jackie Daniels...JD for short. I was, still am, an attractive thirty year old with a knockout, buxom 36-24-35 body. I'm a 5'4", 115 lbs green eyed gal with long auburn hair and perfectly shaped 36DD breasts. My various past professions included high priced cocktail waitress with benefits for private high stakes poker games in V...
The bar wasn't strictly a lesbian bar, but a lot of queer women frequented it. It was also close to my condo on my way home from work, so I tended to end up there at least a couple of times a month, more when I was between girlfriends. That was my situation when I walked in on a Friday night after a long week. I wasn't even particularly looking to get laid,...
Honestly, I didn't know if I should fly into an uncontrollable rage, break down and have a good cry or simply just laugh my ass off! After all, these kinds of things only happen to people in the movies, right? I mean sure, husbands (or in my case, boyfriends) cheat and their wives or girlfriends (that would be me, the latter) sometimes find out, but not like...
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and thought to myself "how did my life come to this?" I am successful business owner, a mother of two great children, and my husband is a good man even when he is not being a total asshole. So why am I thinking of crossing the line with someone else? Why is it after all this time I am doubting my sexuality? I am 43 yea...
I sent a text to Giselle Saturday morning after a sleepless night regarding a follow-up appointment. After feeding and changing Char, Daniel and I went about our usual Saturday routine of chores and grocery shopping. During our errands, I kept wondering when and if Giselle would text back. It wasn't until late Monday morning that I received a text asking me...
The day I meet Katrine, I know I am going to struggle: do I want to fuck her, or do I want to *be* her? Or, as is the rare, tragic case, both? Behind her vintage glasses is a pair of twinkling, cobalt blue eyes that seem to be telling a joke even as the house burns down around her. Something in the way she flips her ebony, shoulder-length curls suggests she...
There were two constants in Mary's life: the three cars perpetually parked in line underneath her living room window, and the blank window into a blanker apartment across from her building. The cars had always been parked there and the apartment had always been uninhabited, ever since she moved in three years prior. Mary took some sort of comfort in the fact...
My name is Lorna. I'm a 28 year-old African-American woman and I work as a supervisor in an upscale hotel here in the Big City. I'm 5'7", 135lbs with long black hair and light brown eyes. I work out to keep my 34B-25-36 in tight shape. Guys love my ass but I guess my favorite part of me is my nipples. They are long and thick and so sensitive. My boyfriend ca...
This is the second installment of Rebel Princess on Literotica, I do advise you to read Part One first, this will make much more sense if you do. As always, enjoy! The next morning Kai awoke hiding in her bed. As silly as that seemed, she actually awoke curled up under the blankets, and peeking out for any sign of Rael. Her bottom stung gently with eve...
Classes are never as interesting as in the catalog, and continuing education units are never made to sound interesting. As usual, all the students sized each other up the first class and settled into our seats for the remainder of the summer session. I found myself with a second year biology teacher to my right, a middle-aged business and economics teacher t...