Staring back in the mirror is a beautiful 5'9" red-haired, brown eyed vampyress. I am dressed in a short, skin-tight black dress with black net stockings, 3 inch black, spiked heels. My hair is teased and I am wearing black eyeliner and bright red lipstick which makes my lips look full and pouty. To complete my outfit, I had a black cape. "Are you ready hon...
It was with a fair dose of fear and trembling that I approached my first threesome. Thankfully, the experience proved to be mind-blowing in the most subtle and delicious ways. But I'm getting ahead of myself. The year was 1982, I had just moved to New York City, and my thirty-something hormones were raging full bore. There had always been curiosity about gr...
It seemed simple enough. She had asked me to come over after class to tutor her with her for Advanced Chemistry. 18642 Drover Ave., Suite 130 is what the address she had written down said. I walked up the block looking for it for nearly twenty minutes before I found it. Then I saw the door, on the backside in a corner. I walk up and ring the buzzer and wait...
He chose my outfit for the evening, a skirt so short It barely covered my ass. It was a red plaid skirt, more punk than schoolgirl, but paired with a white button-up shirt. I was allowed no panties and he pulled a black bra from my drawer. I blushed as I thought of how it would show through. I put on a touch of make-up, including the reddest lipstick I own a...
Based on Chaucer's Canterbury Tales Prologue Three Mistresses are lounging around the pool, chatting and laughing, while their three sissy maids stand by to attend to them. Big breasted in a white string bikini, redhead Mistress Reeve is enjoying a foot massage from one of the sissies at the side of the pool. Lady Night, raven-haired with an alabaster whit...
She scoffed at the interruption as his finger held down the buzzer from outside. Gazing over at the clock that hung high over on the far wall, she noted with a scolding that her visitor was early. She would be sure he would be punished for this misdemeanour. She opened the door of her Regents Park town house and looked upon a balding, stout looking ma...
Prisoner 4053 was frightened. She was not, as a matter of course, someone who ran; she had reported to the facility at the appointed time. It was easier that way. She had heard of men and women who, once convicted, had cut off their ankle monitors, packed a bag that evening and disappeared as best they could, but their best was rarely sufficient. A border...
I am Abdullah I live in London with my Harem or should I say “Hairem”. I am legally wedded to Farah and Abida my two wives but I have five other women in my “Hairem”. They are all excessively hairy. I have loved hairy women since I was young and all my hirsute women wear the veil. Underneath their veil are the most voluptuous hirsute women. I have oil fiel...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
I applied my lipstick. My husband looped his belt through his pants. We left the babysitter, a grad student named Cory, with our three-year-old daughter and drove to my work party. My job was in the arts department of a medium-sized university, and our dean always hosted an annual summer's-end party at his well-kept, historic home. We parked, but before we g...