It may be a bit of a cliché but shopping is often seen as a very enjoyable experience for most women. The truth of such a claim would surprise many men in a way they would not remotely have guessed. One evening, Joan had just left her office in the west-end when she decided to do some late night shopping. The back streets of Kensington were a place she lov...
"C'mon, sugar, let's get something cold on that cheek of yours," Marie said, holding her hand for Trish to take, leading her to the kitchen for some 'ice therapy'. "Bitch caught you good," Marie observed as she placed an ice pack gently onto Trish's left cheek, the bruising starting to show the early signs of yellowing and swelling. "Yeah, sucker-punched m...
I saw a facebook posting from one of my "friends" Christina: "I am graduating with my massage therapy certificate in a couple weeks, and I need to gain some experience before embarking on the 'real world' - anyone interested in a free massage, shoot me an email!" I met Christina through a friend of a friend, but I never really got to know her. She was one...
Author's note: This story is total fiction and any resemblance to real people, imagined or virtual is a coincidence. The story is told through Jessica's perspective. cast of characters: Lauri 27, 5ft 7brunette, with an hourglass figure, 36DD breasts with dark wide nipples. She's the youngest of 4 children, the product of second-generation Italian and Jew...
Preamble Hi, and thank you for choosing my story. I hope you will enjoy it. If you do, please be kind enough to give a score at the end. This helps me to gauge the popularity of my work. - If I may - I usually like to suggest, one star each for: Composition & Use of Vocabulary, Readability, Plot, Drama or Humour, and of course Sexual Content (because -...
Hidden desires surface... The couch was easy to reach, once Liz rolled her wheelchair up the ramp to the raised living room in Sue's house. She loved the room because sitting on the couch; one was two steps above the kitchen and the pool deck outside. From any place in the room, one looked down into rather than along either the kitchen or the pool. To accom...
Glory stroked languidly at the tight golden curls of her vulva as she watched July droplets of rain splash through the screen of her bedroom window. The room's stale heat and the morning's fresh rain joined as in a chemical reaction, causing a rebirth of odors that had died two nights before. Glory breathed in the conglomerate odor of spilled malt liquor, Ch...
I am a sports-lover. I am a dyke. I am an exhibitionist and I am a short-hair fetishist. This story is a loving tribute to the work of Tawny T. Every day I arrive at my sports, leisure and fitness centre with plenty of time to spare for a swim. I find having a swim before I play whichever sport or game is on that day helps keep me supple and agile. And feel...
FOREVER GRATEFUL (Lesa and Krista) A LESBIAN STORY * In an apartment building, two women living in separate suites were getting ready for a wonderful evening. Krista was living on the bottom floor. She was in front of her mirror in her bathroom putting some make up on. After completing her last finishing touches, she looked at herself all dressed up for...
The Hand Off Sometime later, I lay panting on the floor, still naked and unashamed. Maylene had departed, but complemented Naomie, "You picked yourself a fine little piece of ass," as she walked out the door. It was then that I heard Rasha ask, "Do you mind if I play with your pretty little blonde Barbie doll, too?" Moments later, I was holding hands with...