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 deals with themes of female domination and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think that you are likely to be offended by such material please try a different story. Chapter 1 It was with a degree of trepidation that I pressed the button for the fifth floor. The last time I had been here it was as the queen bee, the chairman's daughter, looki...
An overseer came up on his horse...we could see him coming from a distance, so I had time to order Julia to resume wearing the field work rags. He was surprised to see me, a member of the patrician family, out there and even helping with the work. He became deferential, but I also saw the quizzical look on his face. I easily slid back into the personalit...
The sudden predatory gleam in those ice blue eyes marked the change from what had up until then been a couple of drinks shared by old friends, to something else. Something that was darker, something that held an implicit but forbidden invitation. Even though her relaxed posture didn't change, the sudden charge in the atmosphere was unmistakeable. I could tas...
In 1964, at age eighteen Jean had graduated from High School in a suburb of Sacramento, CA had been a successful HS student living in a loving if an oppressive family with her mother, father, brother, and sister. The youngest of the three kids she was not treated any different from her siblings. When she was hired for an office job at Cargill in Oakland at...
Evening, passion, hunger. Night, silence, warmth, stillness, love. Morning and day, love and time, pleasure and memory. We go to our jobs having shared evening and night and croissants, alternated in the bathroom and fretted over our watches, sworn at public transport, remembered each other's eyes and breath, day-dreamed of the night. Evening, light, hung...
"Wake up, beautiful." "Morning, gorgeous." Grace rolled over and kissed Linda. Both of the beauties - each indeed matched the others' verbal description - were clad in panties and babydoll nighties. As was usual when they slept together. "Grace -- are you awake enough to talk?" "Sure." "We should talk about where we are going." "Going? Is everything OK?...
"It's your birthday tomorrow. What do you want?" Emily asked, looking up from her book. I shrugged, indifferent. She was all I wanted. "Oh come on. There must be something. Any sexual fantasies?" I blushed bright red. My fantasies were silly and I knew she would not like them. But my clitoris was pulsating just thinking about it. She caressed my face, wh...
The next day, Laura got a text from Morgan telling her to come to her room. Once there, she knocked on the door. Morgan swiftly answered and shepherded her into her single dorm. "Take off your clothes," Morgan said, returning to her desk where she had study materials already open. "Whenever you're in here- unless I have guests or it's otherwise specified-...
Hope you enjoy the story. Look forward to comments. Thanks in advance. A Tale of Gassy Lesbians: The cheerleader (Amy) and the teacher (Veronica) were alone in the classroom. Amy was easily the worst student in the classroom, both in grades and behavior. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad, and part of the most insufferable group of preps in her...