I love to spank girls, and lots of young women come to me with their spanking fantasies. And there's nothing wrong with that. My name is Clarice Shillings and I'm an expatriate from the City of London, England, living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Life in the Capital region of Canada can be pretty boring for a British gal like myself, used as I...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
I felt that it was a good time to sell the Naples property and relocate to the Villages, Fl. This place is centrally located and has over 125,000 retired people, most looking to get into fun mischief. It suited us more than the coastal environment. There are four "dogging" meet up locations in The Villages. I have been checking them out in the late evening....
Fanny regarded her teacher with fascination from where she sat at the back of the classroom. Qafira was so very thin. Were they all as thin as her where she came from? Almost all skin and bones. Hardly any fat on the woman at all. She knew that Qafira would get plenty of stick for her thinness. People would wonder whether she'd eaten well. Or whether she was...
"Isabel. Isabel, there is an ant on your toe." I heard the sounds and I knew she was talking. I saw the words drifting from her mouth. She had such a pretty mouth. Even with the lipstick smeared and her hair disheveled, she was gorgeous. Her dark hair framed her oval face so perfectly, it amazed me. Leelah always had. I groaned and rolled over onto my st...
This, as its name hints, is actually a sequel to "Gift from Mother Christmas". While it is possible to read on its own, elements will make more sense if read after the first story. I should also warn that this is a long tale and a romance as much as a sex story. And so, for this second part of the story of my life, the summer of 1997, I face a problem: how...
First times: 05 -- Angel of mercy As so often happens, this story was planned to go in a completely different direction, but my characters took over and this is the result. You will see what I mean in the first story of the "Angels and Daemons" series. I used the same name for the main character, something I go to great pains to...
Bent over on the couch Rebecca has her panties down to her knees with her right hand between her legs with two fingers shoved in as far as they would go into her pussy. Her juices steadily slide down the back of her hand and dripping onto the couch beneath her as she moans softly to herself. The door to the small lounge opens hurriedly with two figure stepp...
Journal entry, April 18, 2002: Dear Journal: I have to write this down. I have to do something to get this out of my head. I've tried everything else. I don't know what to do. I want to forget. And yet, I never want to forget. Jessica. The name I want to say over and over again. I want to be with her. I want to stay in that place where hot summer breezes ca...
Dina was seething as she drove her car up Wedgewood Street, towards the address she had secretly copied out of her boyfriend's address book. Damn Evan anyway, cheating on her after they were supposed to be engaged. Damn him for moving out in order to move in with his whore. Cheating bastard, slutty bitch, I'll show them, she thought as she counted the house...