The dream opens on a party, some kind of holiday scene with lots of small group chat going on. There are lots of Christmas lights blinking and carols floating in the air. Somehow, someway I have hooked up with a very sexy black chick. I say sexy because, half hidden by a bowl arrangement, we are rapidly approaching the point where we either back off or take...
Author's Note: Just a fun story. Don't take this one too seriously. All characters 18 or over. ***** Carly and Amanda were roommates sharing an off-campus apartment. They attended a strict all-girl Catholic college whose dress code required them to wear the school uniform, even off campus, six days a week, Saturday being the only exception. Carly walked i...
This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggesti...
My name is Teri. I'm a 26 year old lesbian. I'm what some people like to call a "lipstick lesbian". I live in a small town in the Midwest, so as you can imagine it wasn't easy coming out of the closet. I had my first lesbian experience in college when I was 19, and I came out of the closet a year later. When I told my male friends, almost all of them either...
It was 6 am Darnell had woken up looking over at Kim watching her sleep so peacefully, as he laid there beside her running his fingers through her hair ever so gently. “What can I do to make her awakening this morning special?” he thinks to himself. Kissing her softly on the cheek he slowly slips out of bed, not wanting to wake her, he puts on his boxers a...
"Oh? And what do you think you're going to do little girl?" Shawn said. "Just stay there and let me try something." I said. He grabs my throat and pulls my face close to his, tightening his grip and making my choke just a little. "What do you say?" he almost growled, and I was scared and yet turned on simultaneously. "Please." His hand squeezed around m...
My mind was a million miles away from the Jazz basement. I could hear the jazz, in the distance, and knew the girls from the office would be dancing away, my mates trying to get in on the action. But I didn't want that anymore, chasing girls all night long, resulting in turning up at the flat with nothing but half eaten kebabs. I wanted something new. There...
Back in the 70s, there was this young woman, Carolyn Oglesby, on our local TV news. This was the era of the "weather girl," when TV news weather people were not meteorologists or even very knowledgeable about weather at all, but rather good-looking gals you just wanted to ogle. Viewers wondered if her last name was really Oglesby, or perhaps a subliminal nam...
She was late and she knew it. He told her to be there at exactly noon. Her fingertips tapped against the steering wheel while her eyes glanced down at the clock. 11:46 am. There was no possible way she could make it to His office in fourteen minutes. she knew she would be in trouble. He hated to be kept waiting. As her car screeched into the parking space,...
Chapter One: Easy Girls Hammering, ear deafening techno beats filled the air, cascades of blue and red spotlights flashed through the disco, a humming machine spit out huge clouds of fog bathing an ecstatically moving crowd in an obscure atmosphere. High above all this Ryuchi Hasagawa observed the wild dancing people closely through a wall-high mirrored wi...