I fell asleep last night thinking about how when she touches me, my whole body tightens, from my jaw, down through my breasts, my nipples, then my belly and lower. Lower does more than tighten and arch, into her though, lower floods. Her hands can accidentally brush up against my nipple through my shirt, her teeth can find my neck, or just her palm can trace...
Gloria sat in her living room, waiting for her husband Wynne to come home. Wynne seemed to find more and more reasons to leave town, leave home, bail out on planned dates, anything to avoid Gloria and the life that they had built. Gloria didn't understand it and let Wynne have his space for a while. Until she found the emails and the texts that his other wom...
(I wrote this for my ex-girlfriend after a repeat performance after we broke up. She has to male personalities and the dildos to go with them.) * I sent a ticket for 5 days in Jamaica. I wrote a note and said I hope you will meet me for a "teaching" session, signed your secret admirer. I knew that note would make sure he would meet me in Jamaica, but the $...
I decided to get a tattoo. Actually I decided to get several tattoos. Well I didn't have any and I was twenty three and they looked so good on the other girls that I thought, you know, get one here, a little one there and maybe another and so on. Being me I then procrastinated for three whole months before finally deciding to get them done. Yes, the pain w...
Mandy Collins admired her reflection in the full-length mirror in the ladies' powder room at the exclusive Donahue's Restaurant in Costa Mesa. The dinner with a video producer had gone for shit, and Mandy was bored and horny. The producer was a chatty little fart and was itching to get into Mandy's panties. He bragged how he could do this and do that for Ma...
I ran away from friends, activists, and reporters who were surrounding me, and headed for the room where they kept Raana in the hospital. As the first lesbian couple to get a legal marriage in our small town, we have been on the news even before today's incident, and I was already fed up with the annoying reporters or the activists who wanted to turn our pla...
"Missy... wake up!" "Who... what is it?" "It's me, Officer McDonald. Come on, sweetie, wake up!" "What time is it?" "Shhhh! It's just after three in the morning. Come on, get up." "Why?" "Keep your voice down. I don't want to wake up the whole cell block. Get up and let's go." "Let's go? Let's go where?" "I'm taking you to the linen closet. I'm horny...
This is my first submission. In this first part there is not really any sex, so please bear with me. It is definitely coming in the next installment. Any comments will be certainly appreciated. Riki Carlisle had been thinking about it for a couple of years, and she had finally decided to do it. It had been more and more on her mind over the past five mont...
The Woman At The Manhattan. Beauty is a much sought after quality, the fashion industry spends billions every year trying to create an iconic look. Women flock to the stores or browse websites to buy clothes worn by professional models and yet beauty is an elusive quality. I've seen many beautiful women over the years but now and then one stands out from...
To say we were subdued was an understatement. Pixie, Oli and I were, for us, unusually quiet as the late night Eurostar sped towards Paris. I can't speak for the other two, but I, Aussie Annie, joker and life and soul of the party, was verging on being overwhelmed by what I had just put my hand up for. Like Frodo with the ring or Harry with Voldemort, I had...