Editor's note: this story contains scenes of lesbian female sexual content. * 22 (or 18?) Dollars Laura looked at Kent nervously, her gaze flicking back to the white board. It still read twenty two dollars, as Kent had yet refused to count the four dollars worth of spankings they'd done in the Science Lounge. "So I lied to you," Laura said, "I'm sorry."...
Miguel only knew Leo was the first, not the third man, Jean had to some degree been physically intimate with. Jean decided it was better he not know about her previous deceit. They were water under bridge and no longer relevant. Learning about them might harm their relationship. They were in a mutually agreed to one sided open relationship and it began with...
Greg and Phyllis Turner were both struggling to see the road. The snow that started early that morning had just about made the road impassable. They were near the cutoff to the cabin but the snow made it almost impossible to see where to turn. A trip that should have taken about 4 hours had turned into an 8-hour drive. The two had been married that morning...
From the last chapter. Once the other women were in the kitchen, Jen turned to the two of them. "Christine, I want you to go flirt with John. I want you to be all over him. Dana, I want you to blow Matt up in our room." "Yes, Mistress." They both rushed to do their duties and Jen slipped out and headed for the house next door and Emily. Matt led Dana up...
I stood there, nervous, wondering whether or not I should just turn around and head back across the street. I turned to look back at my house. I'd never been nervous about coming here before. I'd been here a thousand times, why now all of the sudden? I turned my head back to the door. "No," I told myself. "I'm going through with this. We're doing it today....
© 2011 All Rights Reserved Author's Note: Thanks again to my beta readers and to estragon for copy editing. Ryan gave herself a mental shake as she got her guitar out. It was Saturday, and in seven days, they'd be headlining at the 9:30 Club. She thought she must be excited; she kept telling herself the butterflies in her stomach meant she was excited. Sh...
'Shit,' Jason said to himself, as he drove back to the frat after dropping the women. He had hoped to be back long before this from his date with Brooke and Marnie. Actually, he had wanted to get back last night but things had just played out differently than he planned. First, things had gone well, very well, with the anxious to loser her virginity, Bro...
Six Times a Day, Part 7: Paint It, Black At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't alr...
The name is Ray Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm currently studying Business Administration at Carleton University. When I'm done, I'm thinking of moving to the United States of America. The real land of opportunity. The glass ceiling doesn't hang as low down there. In Canada, men and women...
It's the same every night. I come home after a long day, weary of the world, sweaty and tired. The lights are off and a soft, flickering glow of candles emanates from the master bedroom. In the air, a hint of incense and perfume. I set down my tool box and coat, close my eyes and breathe deeply of the fragrance. A dark shape in the doorway. My angel, my dark...