Samantha Kinsey is alone in her 'Mystery Woman' book store when DA Cassie Hillman drops by unexpectedly. Samantha's a bit down after being dumped by her latest beau. Upon hearing the bad news, Cassie rushes right over thinking she has the perfect cure for cheering up her dearest, closest female friend. It's affectionately called Girl On Girl Sex. In the past...
((Hi everyone! So...I'm gonna go on ahead and apologize in advance for this craziness. I got snowed in the other day and this just sort of...popped out in the midst of my cabin fever. Anyway, I hope you like it!)) --- Jodie gazed out at the ocean, a few wisps of short, peroxide-blonde hair flitting over her eyes. She knew that the shimmering sheet of water...
"Bahir, fuck, dammit, why won't you die?" Jonathan Kinsey said, as he aimed the shotgun at me, after blasting me with silver bullets. The bullets hurt like hell, to be sure, but for some reason, unknown even to me, I refused to die. Exasperated, Jonathan walked up to the window, which he smashed, letting in the early afternoon sunlight. The sun's rays bathed...
Deb never really got my sense of humor. When she found out my real name was Love, she got bitchy. "Why did you say your name was Silversmith?" "Because I always liked the name. Sometimes I'm Goldberg. Sometimes I'm Jones. It's just a game." "You're a little off, you know that, right?" I had to agree with her. Elsa taught me that, playing games. "Sometim...
Man, I finally admit it to myself. I like Quebec women. They're arrogant, they're vain and wicked. Yet they're also unbelievably hot. My name is Samuel Marc Antoine. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent who recently moved to the City of Montreal in the Province of Quebec from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a United States Citizen but I speak s...
"That's a wrap!" She had heard it countless times over the past nine years but this time there was some finality in it that hadn't been there ever before. That's because The Office had just shot the final scene of their series finale and now Jenna Fischer started to ponder about what she wanted to do next. Oh sure, she had a new baby and relatively new husba...
Few questions seem to occupy men as much as the size of their dicks. Is it too short? Will my girl think I'm a bad lover or even laugh at me because it's shorter than others she's had? Is it long enough to reach every nook and cranny of her pussy and stimulate each and every nerve ending? How does my dick compare to others? Is it longer? Shorter? Average? Q...
"Nope, not Mai Linh. Their drivers are the worst. Look for a Vinasun" she said, grabbing his arm before he could call a cab over. "You sure know your Vietnamese cab scene. That's hot." She giggled and elbowed his arm. The rain had let up, and they'd met in front of a rundown Pho 24 near their hotels. His date was wearing an Ao Dai, a Vietnamese dress that...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. Chapter Four The Gangrape Movie LUCIFER I sat in my office with famous psychologist, Sigmund Freud, and sexologist, Alfred Kinsey. We poured over the dossier I had on Rachel, trying to figure what made this 'pure girl' tick. Smoke filled the air as we inhaled pack after pack of...
I set down my cup of tea with a sigh as I logged in to the computer and opened both e-mail accounts - mine, and my adviser's, which I checked for him each morning. Another day, another pile of work. But wait - was there something here, something other than the usual spam and messages from colleagues? Yes! I couldn't believe the news - the two e-mails we'd...