Note: Dear readers, this is a continuation of my story "The Subjugation of Rita" which was very well received. I've had much positive response and have been inspired to continue to story, focusing on the first time 18-year-old Rita visits her mature Mistress. I would like to acknowledge the very valuable help I have received from Jjohnr3 in editing this sto...
I was new to Miami, and unsure of my own sexuality. I had some experience with other women, but was not yet sure if I was bisexual or completely gay. I barely knew anyone in town, and was very grateful that I had met Sophie, a wonderful woman the same age as me, 22 years old. She had very light blonde hair, very large firm round breasts, and a tall stunning...
Hello, there. Remember me? Kristin Benedict. A tall, curvy and beautiful young Black woman of Haitian-American and Mexican descent. I'm entering my second year at the University of Massachusetts in the town of Boston. I recently ended a relationship with a tall, gorgeous Black lawyer named Mary Johnson. She was a friend of one of my professors. We had what c...
Chapter 3 Darren erupted through the door and was about to burst into a tirade of demands when Yvonne from HR glanced up from the table. Completely deflated he rapidly adjusted his approach. "These unexpected results" Darren said with more than hint of awkwardness, his entire body going limp. "Yes Darren, it's more than likely that the incorrect motors ar...
Joey sat on the floor, in one of the rooms she shared with her fellow coeds. It was a two story townhouse that the girls shared. As usual, her long hair was a sloppy mess, and it was tied back in a loose ponytail. It was something that had become a trademark of hers, and added to her free-spirited sex appeal. She was reading a book called Losing the Light w...
My first full day in jail was like nothing I'd ever been through. I woke up and put on my jail uniform which consisted of a black and white striped mini skirt and matching tank top. This was no ordinary jail uniform but then again, this was no ordinary prison. In my cell there was nothing but a bed with handcuffs, a vibrator, a few chains and a mattress on t...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
When shopping at an upscale department store Rachel found a golden opportunity. The hottest woman from her sorority in college, Andrea, had just ducked into a changing room. Nearly three years before, Rachel had a massive crush on the other woman. Tall, busty and a former cheerleader, Andrea was the kind of statuesque blonde that stars in movies, turns heads...
On Sunday morning shortly after dawn, Gina woke when Rebecca spread her legs to get better access to her bare pussy. Her student spread Gina's labia wide, and dove straight in, addicted now to the taste of pussy, and wanting to impress her mentor with what she had learned the previous day. Gina stroked her fingers through Becca's curly red hair, as the teen...
It was a beautiful summers day, and my lover and I decided to go downtown and do some window shopping. One of the shops that we saw was a tattoo/ piercing shop. We stopped in front of it and looked in. We started talking over the possibility of us having out pussies pierced. Hannah said she would never have it done. I told her that if I told her to have it d...