Latasha decided to sleep in. Betsy sipped her coffee and thought about how much her life had changed in the last few months. She was out of school, working her first job, moved out of the apartment she shared with her mother, and she not only experienced sex for the first time but it was with a woman! Now she had tasted several women and was living with a bl...
I don't know what it is that draws me to women in uniform. Maybe it's the way that they are cut to make them stand tall and proud. Or perhaps it's what the uniform itself symbolizes. Power. Raw power. I love making powerful people get down on their knees, and love making them beg. That's probably why my ex was a former Canadian Naval officer. She spent her d...
When I woke the next morning it was to find both jasmine and maria kneeling beside my bed watching me. I slowly rolled onto my back and levered myself into a sitting position as maria leapt up and poured out my ritual cup of tea, placing it almost reverently on the bedside cabinet before resuming her place. In silence I leant across and picked it up and bega...
The name is Veronique Angel. I'm a six-foot-three, busty and big-bottomed, voluptuous Black woman of Jamaican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm the top lawyer on the legal defense team working with the world-famous Massachusetts General Hospital. I love my job. Especially when it's time to take on life and death decisions. Ye...
"How are you feeling?" Zabi asked as she placed the glass of fruit juice on the bedside table. "Like I'm dying." Alex replied. "Are you sure I haven't caught malaria?" Zabina sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly felt the temprature of Alex's head. The fever had dropped off a great deal over night, and truth be told she had been a little worried about ju...
I knew something was wrong right away. A vehicle was stopped on the docks, a 2½-ton truck with a load of fruits and desserts--chocolate éclairs, trays of fudge, hard-to-get fruit like watermelons and cantaloupes, a whole collection of goodies. Men were unloading it and carrying the stuff toward an ocean-going tug moored at the wharf. That boat was a US Nav...
Author's note: This is the second part of "Spanks for the memories" - If you have not read part one I suggest you do, but this story can be read separately. Thank you to my readers who sent positive feedback. Maria's story continues: Driving home from Elizabeth's after my first spanking session I felt as if I was in another world. My whole body seemed to t...
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...
Carrie's car pulled into the empty school parking lot. She had agreed to tutor two other college sophomores in history for the up coming final and told them to meet her at in the school library at 5 after everyone had left. Julie and Anna were already at the table when she approached them. They were wearing there cheerleader uniforms which meant they just ca...
Chapter 03: Test Day Six o'clock the next morning there was a clatter downstairs. Someone else was inside the house, moving things around rather noisily. Sharon's eyes snapped open. She tried to focus them as she sat up and looked around, totally disoriented. Then she remembered where she was, looking around frantically for Lillian, spying her, still aslee...