"You don't think I'm a slut now, do you?" She asked, looking up from the picture. With her bright green hair and the sour-apple sucker in her mouth, she looked like a character from a bad anime. I couldn't help but wonder why she had shown me the pictures. Was there....? She nudged me with her hip and brought me out of my musing. "Well, do you?" She asked...
Hello, there. My name is Amelia Styles. President of McGee & Gerald Enterprises, a billion-dollar multinational manufacturing corporation. I am also a member of the International Coalition of Women's Social Clubs. All of our members are women from different classes, countries and backgrounds. We gather once a year for our well-being. Black women, white women...
I opened the door. "Happy birthday!" shouted Fiona and Shelly. "My birthdays not until tomorrow," I countered. "Yes, "Shelly replied ", but you get to open one present early." "And that present is us," Fiona blurted out. They stepped in and shut the door behind them. My eyes were drawn to Fiona's dramatic display of cleavage. Shelly's top was a bit more c...
This is Part 2 of our holiday to Lanzarote. A couple of nights later we met up with June and Mike again. Becky had omitted to wear any knickers again. In fact she hadn’t worn any since the last time we’d been out with June and Mike. She’d ended up flashing her beaver to just about anyone who cared to look in the bar we’d been in that night. The last couple...
I love sex, but for the most part, I hate pornography. As a cinematic and literary genre, porno is to sex as the romance genre is to love. That is to say, each takes an amazingly complex subject and reduces it to a series of simple-minded cliches. Worse than this, pornography robs sex not only of its complexities, but also of its beauty. Porn is ugly. It ref...
My name is Jane and I'm out on the town with my husband of seven years Tom, we've come to this out of the way country pub so that I can flash off my naked pussy to a total stranger. At first the pub is quiet and we decide to sit in one of the corner little alcoves looking into the room with me on the outside so that one leg pokes round the edge of the table....
The old adage goes that the lady of the house always discovers everything that goes on in said house, sooner or later. I guess I should have remembered that. My name is Ahmed Suleiman and I'm a man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm twenty eight years old, and recently completed my MBA at the Sprott School of Business at Carleton Un...
In quaint. Quaint is quiet little village in rural England. The kind of place that time ahs forgotten about but the tourists haven't yet heard of. They played cricket on the village green, in summer, drank locally brewed real ale in pub, ducks got fat on the bread thrown to them on the village pond, dutifully raising clutches of ducklings to amuse the vill...
A Celebration Stephanie thought that Halloween was the most romantically delicious of the holidays. She celebrated every year since her 21st birthday by going to a costume ball, picking up a masked stranger, and letting things happen as they may. Not knowing who was behind the mask was more exciting than opening a birthday present. There was something abo...
On Sunday Morning Violet came home from her night shift job, she was tired, and irritated. She'd had to write up an aide and wasn't particularly happy about that. As she came through the side door into the incredibly cluttered house, she dumped her large bag on the floor next to the sofa bed she slept on and stared at it. She'd remembered all the times in...