Misty and Janet hadn't known each other long. They were both married with children, but had been separated from thier family. It was too dangerous to look for them, so they kept together. They didn't talk to anyone, they were too afraid. They stopped on a side street, they had planned to slip into the store. They had to get a few things them needed and try...
Dear Diary. I want to share with you the story of my first kiss. That is, the first time I was kissed by a woman. I was nervous about the party in the first place. I mean, after all, he said that these people were “VERY friendly” making it very clear that these people would grope me, and fondle me. Women and men. He called them swingers. I had never reall...
It was day 47 of quarantine. I was sitting at the kitchen counter, bored out of my mind, scrolling through twitter, while my girlfriend sat attentively on the couch. She nodded enthusiastically, grinning ear to ear to try to pantomime listening to her coworkers and boss. She has these meetings every morning and for two hours our apartment is her makeshift...
Summary: Black seductress turns racist white woman community greeter. Note 1: This story is part of a series of white women submit to black women stories...although each story stands complete on their own. The first one was Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher which introduced our black seductress Janet as she seduced her daughter's teacher...me. Note 2: Th...
This story is a complete fiction, yet all of the characters portrayed are at least eighteen years of age. It is a story of a taboo event involving a teacher and a student, both female. If such activities or situations are offensive to you, please find another story to read. This one is not for you. If, on the other hand, you find such erotica entertaining or...
Chapter 2. Girl Bonding Time. As part of my normal routine, I woke up promptly at 5am. It was a very rare occurrence that I ever slept longer than that. Even when I was younger, I was just much more of a morning person. If I didn't wake up tired, I would get up even earlier than that. I love my mornings, and always have. Nothing gets my day going faster th...
Dana kneeled on the bed with her face resting on the feather pillow, her blue tee-shirt sliding down her flawless back. She slid the ice cube up and down her ass crack, her body heat melting it and letting it drip down to her hairless puss and letting it run down her smooth thighs. Her hands were slippery with the water. She pushed the shrinking ice cube int...
There are days when you plan to have sex; there are days you hope to have sex; and there are those wonderful days when the urge comes quickly and it surprises you to have sex. Tuesday was one of the latter days. Sitting on a blanket in the park, I was reading an erotic novel on my tablet. The weather was exceptional: a warm body-relaxing temperature; an an...
(A sequel to Maybe Porn.) "Hey you," I greeted Donna as she came through my front door. "Evelyn," Donna said with a smile as she came up to hug me as I closed the door. "What's new with you?" I said as Donna followed me into my den. My parents went away this weekend. And I invited Donna to sleep over. I wanted to use this time to tell her that I want us...
I sat at the table in the far corner of the coffee shop, keeping an eye on everyone that came in the door. Time seemed like an eternity, the steady tick tick tock providing rhythm, to my eager impatience for her to arrive. Sipping on my coffee, the warm liquid blanketing my throat and warming up my belly, my thoughts drifted off to what could be in store......