It had been a few weeks since I had had an evening of wrestling and fun with my friends Lauren and Kelli and after the initial excitement we hadn't really talked much about it. I was very eager to do it again but this time I desperately wanted to come out on top, literally! Tonight the girls came round to my place for wine and a movie, which seemed like the...
It would be helpful to you please reader if you initially read the first part of this story "Lesbian Wrestles With Her Conscience". Rejecting wrestling brought Jess and Sweet together. The love they had never quite admitted to each other was set free. They rented a flat together, and spent a week fucking each other, so afraid that this bliss would be ta...
My name is Georgia Antoine. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and delightfully voluptuous, big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Kennedy College, and currently I'm in my junior year. Life at Kennedy College is okay, if a little boring at times. That's why I make my own fun. This boring college campus is too tame...
My boyfriend Vinny is a good-looking man, and he knows it. He sells pharmaceuticals and dresses like a top lawyer. We've been engaged, but it never happened because of commitment issues on both parts. On again, off again. Lately, I haven't been too trusting him being surrounded by pretty nurses all day. Vinny is disloyal, and I am sick of it. And also I ear...
Of course it was all so absurd. So Jess had been Dyke Grappler Champion for 14 years. The whole thing was a show to get money off gullible people, mainly men who could not resist their dark sadistic side. They liked to see women fight each other, to hear their cries of anguish and pain. The whole thing was an insult to women and particularly lesbians, limiti...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
I was so glad that Frank had given me the afternoon off. I went to the bank and cashed my bonus check, just to have some spending money. I was still feeling a tad hung-over and sexed out from the evening before, but the soft touch of Ellen's hands had rekindled the flame in my pussy. I felt like masturbating right in my car, but that had to wait; I wanted to...
The story contains lesbian humiliation and scenes on non-consensual / reluctance acts. Please comment whether you like it or not as that is the only way I can know. ***** I woke up feeling the wetness on my navel to find out Tabassum was licking my navel again. Finding me awake she said "Deba I think you should wish your mistress in the morning after wak...
Many thanks to B2312 for first editing and improving this story. Special thanks to Dizzylia for changes that made it better. This talented author/editor writes lesbian stories at the other end of the spectrum from this one. If you enjoy being enflamed in loving sensuality, click on her name and check them out. * Halfway through the first semester of her j...
This is the last time I allow myself to frown over you people, I told myself as I walked out of the mosque in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I still couldn't shake off the Imam's words as he practically glowered at me as he ordered me out of the men's prayer hall. He called me every name in the book. All because I wanted to pray with men. Because o...