*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* They were outside again, swimming in the over-chlorinated pool of the apartment complex. He was wearing his snug s...
Hi my name is Annette Taylor. Some of you might remember me from previous stories that I have posted on this site. Well this is just a short story of how my pee games with my girlfriend Chantelle escalated. It happened about 3 months ago after Chantelle and I returned home from a big night on the town. This night we arrived home about 3am extremely drunk. As...
I posted this story a few years ago and came across it recently. I decided to switch a few things up and repost it. Hope you enjoy! x **************** I walked over to my calendar, counting the days until school begins again. Only four more days left. I was looking forward to a fresh start of a school year, and to meet new people and have new adventures....
It was a Friday night, and I didn't have any plans. I'm not dating anybody right now, I'm far too busy with school, and so is my older sister, Corey. She's a freshman in university and I'm trying to finish out high school. We're very close to each other and as sisters we share a large closet together, trading outfits and shirts often. We're very similarly si...
The name is Jasmine Taylor, and I'm a young Black woman originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I transferred to Spelman College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, from Bay State College, a small school located in downtown Boston, and life hasn't been the same since. Even though the Dirty South and its ways get on my nerves as an outspoken young Bla...
I've told no one of my little summer secret; just held it dear to me, and pulled it from my memory when I've needed a special moment for myself... a very special, private moment that would never be the same, once shared. Now, I'm breaking my rule and telling you, My Journal, for I've promised to hold no secrets from you. It's time to bare my soul, and tell y...
BETH The soft sound of the alarm in my mobile phone at the bedside table woke me up. It was six AM, and I was feeling like hell. I was hurting bad and my throat seemed to be on fire, I felt that it was closed and I couldn't swallow even my own saliva; I felt feverish and each and every joint in my body was as if it had its own life, such was the intense pai...
Hi my name is Annette Taylor some of you might remember me from my previous story (washing my underwear). This is another true story that happened to me 9 months after my very first wet lesbian experience. As before the names and places have not been changed. It was 4.30pm Tuesday afternoon as I pulled into the car park to see my last customer of the day. (...
I hope this was worth the wait. It is one that I kept coming back to and wanted to make sure it was to my liking. Please comment and let me know what you think! **Warning: This story consists of unfaithfulness and touches on the topic of suicide. If you do not like either of these themes, I would suggest reading one of my other stories. XOXO SkylerLuv ***...
It was the period coming up to Christmas, and, contrary to my bitterly cynical nature, I could feel myself getting a little carried away in the seasonal excitement, like I did when I was a little girl. I bought my presents weeks in advance, had wrapped them in similar haste, written up the cards, and when I got home from university in the midlands to my love...