My name is Kathy. My friends call me Kid. That's because I'm shorter than average (5'0") and I have been told I have a cute little kid face. But I've also been told I have a great body and that I'm a wonderful fuck. I'm 21 years old and I'm a lesbian. Or at least I thought I was. Let me explain.... Four months ago I moved in with a male friend of mine named...
This is dedicated to my dear friend and avid lover of male masturbation, jadegrim3291, who is a very hot little author herself. She has given me many erotically stimulating moments, and I hope this little story will work as well for her as her stories do for me. * * * * The day was hot and humid. Al sat in the shade of the patio cover with an ice cold Cor...
Author's Note: STOP!!! If you've read most of my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT. This story has a bisexual story line. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably won't like this one. Oh well; I'll catch you next time. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permiss...
It was pitch black down here in the basement. No windows available that would let in the street light, the door leading to the stairs was sealed tight and probably would not have let in light even if the stairs were lit, which they weren't. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, and in that darkness, there were four other people. After dinner we had mo...
I feel myself slowly coming back reappearing out of whatever darkness I was thrown into. My head feels foggy and I slowly roll my head back upright. In that moment I realize I cannot see, something is over my eyes. I try to reach the cloth from my eyes but can't move my hands. I feel the icy cold against my wrists when I try to move them. I am chained. My br...
This is a prequel to the "Further Adventures of Kathryn" story. *********************************** Kathryn had been intrigued when she read the ad, excited when she contacted the couple who had placed it. But now, as she stood in front of the unfamiliar house, she felt a tinge of panic. "What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself. With her arm...
Beth was part of a group. It was called the mature women Conquest league. It was MWC for short. There were a group of older women that loved to conquer men. It could be physical conquest and physical. Any type really. You get a point for different things. You would take a picture of your conquest and put it in a personal album. It was a fun little club. She...
Well, I thought I might as well enjoy myself. I had Snakes in mind when I wrote this. It didn't take long to do. I just imagined him having a good time. It'll be worth the grin. GA - Ranong, Thailand - 23rd March 2014. In his mind he's the tattooed biker, a badass one-percenter who never backs down and who never, ever takes shit from anybody. He's upsta...
First encounter This is what I would call a "creative non-fiction" story about the relationship between myself and the female in the story. Most of our interactions in the story are accounts of real-life encounters, though some (the most explicit) are fantasies I have maintained of Bonnie since college. Her name is real, though mine has been altered. This...
Hey, there. My name is Veronique Anglin. A six-foot-one, heavyset and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a patrol officer for the Brockton City Police Department. I've been working for the local police precinct ever since I graduated from the Boston Metropolitan Police Academy. Prior to that, I spent fo...