This is a story of pure fiction. We write for enjoyment. Please take the time to rate this story and all comments are appreciated. ***** Alex Baker strolled along West Adams past the growing line of hopefuls waiting for the opportunity for admittance into 'The Cherry Stem'; the current hot spot in Lesbian bars in Atlanta. She was walking slow, admiring the...
Catalina Saint Vincent is my name. I'm a five-foot-eleven, quite curvy and delicious big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Many people accuse me of being naïve because I've led a somewhat sheltered life. That's not true. I'm the most down to earth and realistic person you wi...
My name is Kristin Benedict. A five-foot-ten, curvaceous Black woman in my early twenties. I've got short hair, medium brown skin and pale gray eyes. My father James Benedict is Haitian-American. He works as a heart surgeon at Mass General. That's actually where he met my mother Juanita Sanchez. She came to the emergency room with her sick aunt during his fi...
Sarah smiled at me. 'I love you Pixie! I love you as much as the day we married.' Hugging her, I reminded her that as that had only been two months earlier, it was just as well. On tippy toes, I kissed her, tasting her sweetness, loving her scent; our love buoyed me up. Much had changed since the Spring. Our marriage had brought us to share Sarah's house...
Lin decided that she wanted to let Beth know that Laura was her little submissive cunt lapper and that Beth's role was to service as many horny women as she could handle. She arranged for Beth, Jin, and an extremely wealthy client of Jin's from Rome by the name of Maria to come to the house at 9pm. Laura was told to come over at 10pm. Beth got there at 8:45...
The Priestess and the Brat - Book II Ligeia's Tale Chapter 1. Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age o...
As a sixth-year graduate student in the History department, I was supposed to be finishing my dissertation on the aesthetics of Late Victorian pornography. Instead, I was spending all of my fellowship money on pot and vintage erotica. I wasn't sure what started my malaise and stalled my writing. Perhaps it was simply that my long-standing boredom with the...
Tina walked confidently into the lingerie store where I work. I found her immediately attractive although we couldn't be any more different. First of all, she's in her forties, and I'm only twenty. She's white with curly blonde hair and I'm Japanese with long black hair. She had a rather voluptuous figure and I'm a bit of a bean-pole. She has large, heavy ti...
"Your extra towels, Ms. Miller," she said, laying them neatly on the table near the pool. It was Kathleen's third day on the job. She was a maid for the upper class, and at the age of 36, her resume was already impressive. It included service for the financial elite, celebrities, and even a brief stint in the White House. Now here she was, working proudly...
Most of my stories start with the seed of an idea that eventually grows and evolves into a first draft but now and then I have a scene playing in my mind that is obviously set towards the end of the story, where two women are making out or just kissing. I usually backtrack to the beginning and try to find out how and where these two women met. For this story...