Please note that all characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** Lisa was in her 3rd year at St. Angela's School for girls. The boarding house was always full of attractive girls in and out of the conservative, private school uniform. Lisa always had a curiosity for girls and often noticed her class mates getting undressed and taking showers, al...
It was quite something to see Audrey Porter walk into a room. When she entered, all the boys noticed, but didn't look; and all the girls looked, but hated every second of it. She wore her perfect black hair up in a bun, and seldom strayed from her usual skirt/turtleneck combo. Her breasts were a mystery the entire school; and her conservative dark clothing l...
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I am travelling through South America during a hot summer, on the local inter-city transport. It is sticky and humid and I can't wait to get to Rio. The bus empties and I am the only one left sitting near the back of the bus. There is this other girl sitting a few rows in-front of me. She has this long brown hair and olive skin like the Latin Americans. She...
Sitting in the hotel lobby, sipping at a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, I am surprised to realize I am nervous. It is not the surroundings. The palm trees, the art deco styling, and the luxurious leather couches are familiar to me, not just at this hotel but from all those palaces around the world that for the last eighty or so years have effortless...
Rebecca took a deep breath and slipped her arms out of her little dress. With a wiggle of the hips she slipped the dress down to her feet to reveal a matching black underwear set. She stepped out of the crumpled dress and went to remove her heels, although she was stopped from doing so by a wag of the finger from her older mistress. "I like the heels, leav...
The Boarding School was halfway up a mountain, overlooking a quaint European village built on the shore of a beautiful lake. Lenka loved opening the windows in the morning and breathing in the fresh mountain air. She had been at Miss Astor's Boarding School for Young Witches for over a year now and she still wasn't tired of this morning ritual. She had be...
*full disclaimer this Erotica is meant for LESBIAN WOMEN, however you are welcome to read regardless of gender and orientation. *** Claire was invisible. Every day she had been pushed and shoved around in school. She got good grades, she kept her head down, she was just the kind of girl to be quiet. She was valedictorian of her class, and always was wearin...
That Saturday I slept and slept. I was exhausted from all the nervous energy I felt taking my first steps into the world of slutdom. I'd also been cumming quite a bit in the evenings as I thought about the effect I was probably having the guys' home lives. When I finally got up and showered I headed out to do my homework. I grabbed my keys and headed to the...
Was there anything else I could do? There hasn't been a day I haven't thought about fucking the absolute hell out of her. There hasn't been a day I didn't wish for her to walk in on me getting off to her. There hasn't been a day I haven't gotten off to the thought of her anyway. So when she came on to me, what was I to do? I could ignore it like all the othe...