It's Lena's turn to wear the bracelet. She has finished taking a leisurely bath and dressing for an evening out: a pucker knit mini dress scooped low in back and stretched to show off every voluptuous curve, black suspender stockings and heels. She has finished applying her makeup and brushing her hair, and she looks ravishing. Fox calls her into the bathr...
Chapter 4: Bridging the generation gap The Carolina summer seemed to pass by like a lazy river flowing down to the ocean. Spring was a distant memory, as was when Roz had moved into the house. She was now as much a part of this house as any of the other things in it. All thoughts of her finding a place of her own place were long forgotten. Nor did we even b...
Our story is about an independent woman named Clarice. She's a very attractive, sexual woman that has always been approached by men throughout life. Perhaps that was one of many issues with her former husband. Now she is a recently divorced mother of two boys that she loves deeply. Clarice is very outgoing woman, well-educated, hard-working, and not afraid t...
I've had a crush on my gay friend, Luke, for a while now. I've known him for a year now, and we instantly became close friends. It wasn't hard to tell that he preferred the opposite sex. With some people you just know. I met him at the hair salon I used to frequent. He was the hair stylist, and did my hair! We talked as he did my hair the two hours I was the...
My twin sister and I live together. Before your eyes flick up to check if this is a "taboo/incest" story, let me assure you that it is not. O.K.; yes, yes, I confess; in the forty one years, seven months and three days since our birth, we have indeed "had sex" with each other. A fumbling attempt at penile-vaginal copulation at the age of twelve, and, thirt...
I stood on the hot train platform trying my best to squeeze into the sliver of shade that was falling on the pavement. The strap from my bag was causing a strip of sweat to spread over my shoulder. With nowhere to sit, I had little choice but to stand in front of the train doors, waiting for the whim of the conductor to open them. I was on my way home after...
Frankie Stumante fastened her stocking to the clip of her garter belt and ran her hands up her thigh, smoothing the cool, soft nylon. As she stood, she viewed herself in the full-length mirror appraisingly. Her long dark hair was perfect, if still a little wet, her large, full breasts held and pushed up by the black satiny bra with a front closure that looke...
I know this category is for lovers of anal, but there are some people who really don't love it, and this story is told from that point of view. As a complete departure from anything I have ever written on this site this tale of woe is told first person, from the female point of view, and is one woman's story of her sexual history and of losing her anal virgi...
*** "Okay, are you ready?" I ask as I sit back down on the couch. "Yes," Jess says. ~ I run outside and see James walking to his house. "James, stop. I'm sorry," I say as I run to him. He stops walking to let me catch up with him. "Listen, I'm sorry. I got caught up in the moment," I say while trying to catch my breath. "Don't be sorry, I was happy y...
We had met at the local club popular with campus students. Sophia Akinyi was a beautiful chocolate skinned girl with an incredible figure who was taking a course in nursing. She was also very bright and topped her class, but what made her famous throughout campus was something else; her rump. Her buttocks looked unreal in comparison to the rest of her body,...