You pull me back into your arms and rest your head on my shoulder. The weight of your head and the sweet, citrus scent of your hair comforts and arouses me. We both turn to look out at the view, as our taxi driver takes us over the harbour bridge. It has been raining outside. The wet, jet black roads of the intertwining motorway reflect the multi coloured li...
It's late at night and you are all alone in your house, everyone is away. Strolling to your bedroom, you carry several sheets of paper. You have been waiting all day to have some time to read my story to you. You could have read it when you first received it, but the anticipation only built up your desires. Over the past several months our correspondence has...
I don't know what it is that draws me to women in uniform. Maybe it's the way that they are cut to make them stand tall and proud. Or perhaps it's what the uniform itself symbolizes. Power. Raw power. I love making powerful people get down on their knees, and love making them beg. That's probably why my ex was a former Canadian Naval officer. She spent her d...
You wake in the dark. He doesn't stir next to you, which is not shocking at all—he sleeps long and hard, even in unfamiliar places. You on the other hand find this whole weekend a cause for restlessness, probably because the surroundings are so familiar. The clock on your phone reads 12:57pm. Not even late. You wonder if your brother and Ava are still up...
This story contains light dom/sub themes and all characters personally identify as "Strait" despite women going at it with strapons. - Annabell was happy being a sexual object. She liked looking like one of the pretty things she'd play with as a child, but more naughty. She was thirty years old, but still acted like a playful teenager. Her short hair was...
Just two months ago I had my first lesbian sex. I would not say that I am a lesbian but it is fun and naughty. It all started when my hubby's brother and his wife were visiting. We went to a seedy little pub the other side of the town. It was every thing I hated about pubs, smoky, full of rowdy lads and girls dressed in very little, altogether a bit unpleasa...
Chapter 1 2050 Southwest state of fear and lust The skies opened, a dark veil of heavy rain turned the hot pavement into a steam bed in the late summer heat of the suburban mall. Nina scampered to her beat up Toyota gas electric hybrid at the far end of the parking lot and threw the bags of clothing and perfumes into the rear seat. Rivulets of water stre...
***This is my first attempt at writing anything so please be gentle. I would love feedback, positive or negative. Please try to keep it constructive if possible. Enjoy the story.*** Have you ever felt your life is incomplete? Like there's something missing. Something small but important. A person maybe. Someone who makes you do things, things you can't ima...
Warning: this story involves the submission of a young girl to older women. If you do not care to read about such things, then better go elsewhere. This story is a pure work of fiction. None of the characters are real. ---------------------------------- The red Miata sped down the line of parked cars until it reached the handicapped spot at the end of the...
I feel the sharp pang of disappointment as I realize that my own psyche has left me stranded on the floor, bereft of the means and energy to scale the soaring walls of delight that I was so close to conquering moments ago. I weaken as the rush of passion ebbs and the soft focus of arousal fades, replaced by the harsh glare of the fluorescent bulb above me an...