The last of the wine trickled into Judy's glass, the final drops spattering the coffee table as she passed the empty bottle to Christine, who placed it carefully on the floor. Judy leaned forward to rub the spatter with her finger, before sitting back on the sofa when she realized that the resulting smear looked even worse. "Oh dear!" Christine said facetio...
The evening had been erotic, but disturbing. The usually ebullient and confident Ekaterina was subdued, and her mood communicated itself. Emm, the only one of us unaffected by the events of the day, was happily letting her Mistress run her hands over her superb body, but contributed little beyond her undoubted sexiness. She had clearly been attracted by the...
So I listen to a lot of techno. It might be dorky, and it might give you a headache, but for me its like really good Sunday sex. Unexpected and fabulous. If it was the nineties, you'd call me a candy kid, but its not the nineties, so you'd just call me Skye. I'm here to tell you my story of how I fell in love with a mask. I got my invitation in the mail on...
Having finished the business at the new club site in Northcote, one by one I dropped the Indian women off from my hired Minibus. Finally, Ina the 20-year-old shop assistant departed outside the Indian grocery store she worked at, and that left only Saanvi 56, who had just sex fought Priya for the CEO position of the club, and Vanya, the 18-year-old who was a...
Serendipity. It was a week after Saanvi had used her black magic to both show off to me and eliminate the threat of another Tantric Baba in her 7 hour sex takeover of the established Black Magic business run by witch doctor woman Mallika (see chp. 5 of this series). To all the Indian women present the long brutal ritual was real. Both Saanvi and Mallika tr...
Summary: White teacher submissive is seduced by black dominant parent. Note 1: This is a Holiday 2014 Contest story. Note 2: Thanks to goamz86 and Robert for editing this story. * Jasmine's last parent-teacher interview was scheduled for nine at night, a full hour after the evening was supposed to end. Janet Jones, the mother of Bethany Jones, couldn't m...
Chapter 6 -- Country Store I woke slowly as I felt Tracy move slightly. I realized I was still cuddled up behind her with my arm around her. She felt soft and warm. I could not remember ever feeling so comfortable. I whispered in her ear. "Good morning, sweetie." I said. "How did last night go?" I heard her respond. I looked at her ear and her beautiful...
The name of the resort is Ile des Femmes, which is French for Island of Women. It is a fitting name since it is run by women, staffed exclusively by women and caters only to women. A true No Man's Land, as it were. It doesn't advertise. You cannot find it in any travel brochures. There's not even a website. It's strictly word of mouth. And I love coming here...
**Author's note -- National Nude Day Contest Entry. If you're not interested in nudity and lesbian sex, you should probably read something else. As always, I wrote this story for my amusement. I can only hope it works as well for others. * My alarm. I slapped the thing, sent it flying. Later, I'd be amazed the thing still worked. I hate alarm clocks. I s...
Ryan sat in a chair on the deck outside the Point Reyes coffee bar, looking at the colors of the new day. Her hair was still wet from the makeshift shower she had taken at a gas station on the ride north. Inside, the owner was speaking a bit too harshly to a new kid, who was on his second try of making a cappuccino for a waiting customer. Ryan glanced over h...