"Ginger and I are getting together tonight for happy hour at Brewster's Pub." Kay announced as I bent down to tie my shoes. After our impromptu phone sex session with Ginger last night, I fucked Kay again and fell asleep with my head resting on her big soft tits. She was still curled up under the covers as I dressed for work after a quick shower. I had app...
* * Buzzzzz * * I woke to bright sun streaming in the windows. Okay, no snow. I wondered if was as cold as it had been last night. I stretched languidly and gloriously. EEK! The sheet is wet. What on earth? Was that why I had a smile on my face as I woke? Are you one of those women who remember all their dreams? I've met some who do. I have my mornings when...
Jen led her yoga class into the final pose of the session. She felt her body, her muscles, her joints relax as she settled into corpse pose and allowed her mind to wander. The soft music from the overhead speakers filled the room with light synthesizer music, and her practice mat felt cool against her skin. After a few minutes, she stood and surveyed her cl...
Here's the third installment. Please let me know what you think in the comment section. The 4th chapter is on its way. Enjoy! *************** KINKY MORNING I felt a wet warmness on my underbelly. The sensation was strange. This whole dream was strange. My eyes finally fluttered open but the wetness was still there. Still in a daze, I managed to distinguis...
Julia lands a dream job with a top fashion lingerie house that leads her into a life of beautiful women and daring sexual exploits. In this autobiographical story, Julia explores her sexuality and her body as well as her new contacts. Gradually she pushed the boundaries of her experiences and enters a secret world of lesbian passion, sex and more. This is on...
Continuation of "My GF; Fucking & How We Met" and not recommended as a standalone work. If you do just want to read some sex scenes (or like to "prepare" for them ;), they're bookended with ~~~. Fictional story containing graphic lesbian sex. I run back upstairs and put on some clothes. I'm now wearing my matching "I don't want to be no furry-footed bur...
"Ever feel like you're not really you? Like you're just an actor pretending to be somebody?" That's exactly what I am right now - an actress stepping into costume. The same costume I wear every day. Mascara, blush, mini-skirts, tights, sleeveless blouses. I wished I had said that, but I just muttered "uh-huh" as if I were just placating her. Ever have some...
Chapter 1 I came out of the dry cleaners carrying an armload of garments and spotted my partner Carla McBain behind the steering wheel of my little blue Honda Accord waving her hands like there was a spider in the car. "Linda! Linda!" she called excitedly. "Come here! Quick!" I hurried over to her. "What's all the fuss?" "I was listening to the police sca...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. It seeks to explore lesbian masochism, which I know exists. It was my husband's fault. Really. Mike was a horny bastard, and something of a voyeur. And that was how he lost me – simple as that. We used to go to a lot of parties, with other young married couples, many of us fancying each other's partners like mad....
They were as alike as peas in a pod, yet as different as night and day. They worked at the same bank, in the same small town. They were both divorced and each had a son to show for the effort. Neecie's son was eight, and Nora's was seven. Both struggled to make ends meet and often had to resort to legal means to collect the child support due. * Their diff...