I want to take a second to clear things up. I have gotten several e-mails asking if this story is true or not and the answer is yes. The story takes place back in 2002. My real name is Amber. Sara is not the name of the girl. The trick is I am Sara in this story and Sara is Amber. I did not know how true I wanted to make this but now I decided on telling the...
My name is Shamika Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, square Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I run a shelter for immigrants and refugees known as the House of Life. I wear glasses, I'm somewhat curvy, with big tits and a big round ass. I also wear glasses. I'm in my forties and still not married because nobody can stand having me around. I'm yo...
This story is dedicated to an extraordinary young woman who has my deepest love and loyalty. Chapter One: Meeting Miss Kate I am a 34 year old woman in a loveless marriage. This is the story of how my infatuation with an 18 year old girl turned into an experience that changed my life. How my distant worship became so much more. I gazed across the table as...
Rosalind: London, early December 1919. I awoke feeling absolutely marvelous, and lay there for a moment trying to recall the last time I had felt happy through and though. Years, certainly -- before the war. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the smooth softness of the sheets, the comfortable weight of the quilts on top of me, the pale morning light fighting to pen...
By Tabatha and Linda Note to Readers: I met Pam online and we started an erotic correspondence. After she went on a vacation she told me the wonderful story of how she met and fell in love with Tabatha. As wonderful as Pam's story was, I thought readers would be even more interested in knowing what happened from Tabatha's point of view. So here's her story...
A True Slut’s Tales: II After The Honeymoon A Simple Recapping: There are certain times in a woman’s life, like when she is down on all fours naked, or knocked up, that we feel like nothing more than a trophy cow at an auction. I’m referring to those times when our breasts are just hanging from our chest, (with our asses hanging up there in the wind,) or f...
All She'd Ever Do is Dance, Dance, Dance! Ch. 2 All characters in the following story are eighteen and above. They have to be to work in the club and I checked the ID’s I did, I really did! It is not meant to depict what happens in a typical topless dance club. The promiscuity of the dancers is exaggerated for the entertainment of the reader only! Really h...
Note to readers: This is a corny story mostly about romance and love. It contains explicit sex only towards the end. If you don't want to read this type of story please skip it. * Linda didn't even change out of her Maid of Honor dress. Immediately after the post-wedding party she retreated to her hotel room and flopped onto her bed to record her thoughts...
After such a special and mesmerizing weekend, Jane and the other women had to return to work. It was Monday morning and the intern was back at the office. Veronica and Jane had a hard time not smiling and blushing at each other. Monica and Ashley were having trouble staying focused at work as well. Nobody noticed but they were constantly biting their lips t...
"Mar?" breathes Natalie, as soon as I pick up the phone. She manages to sound both solicitous and bouncing-on-the-balls-of-her-feet excited in one syllable. "Are you -- I mean, how are you?" "I'm...okay," I say. She's giving me an opening to talk about Dan, if I want to. I don't. But I appreciate it. Dan and I danced a ten-year tango of inconstant desire, w...