Queen Bee Stories

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Biology Lessons

by The Master on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I've been a teacher long enough now to realise that feeling sexually attracted to your students can only cause trouble, but every once in a while a girl comes along who will make you forget all that. Anna is one of those girls. She's a girl with a rare beauty - blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'10 and a pair of 36C tits you'd die for. On top of all this she is a gi...

Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 09

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

There should be a law or at least some social sanctions against people who sit around doing nothing but cussing and acting rude all day. Seriously. I consider it a serious breach of human etiquette. And it's all too common in the black community of Massachusetts. However, I'm not quite sure how to approach the subject with some of the ruder individuals among...

Missing Student

by LustyLee77 on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Nadine Hathaway was excited as her mother Bee drove her to the airport. Her school had sponsored a high school graduation vacation in South America. The 18 year old tingled with anticipation, her blue eyes sparkled, she had been looking forward to this trip all year long. Her mother helped her with her bags and walked with her to the check- in counter. It...

A Muslim Meets A Transsexual

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

The big and tall Senegalese man stood at the street corner, and hungrily stared at the throngs of pretty blonde-haired White girls walking by. Finally, he spotted the one who interested him. Amber Albright. The Queen Bee. The most popular gal at Saint Augustine College in the City of Austin, State of Texas. He followed her around, waiting for that opportune...

53 Miles West of Venus Ch. 08

by Stultus on May 22, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter 8: Afterward "Why didn't you call me when you heard the news about Phylicity?" I yelled at Liam Roberts, CEO and President of Roberts Electronics. Next to Ted Brooks III, Liam is perhaps one of my closer acquaintances ... almost nearly even a friend, although he's technically my boss and I'm about five years older than he is. He's still on the frie...

Bitchin' Betty Ch. 04

by Onoz on Sep 15, 2017
Non-Erotic

Diego sat with his chin in hand, playing idly with the two-day old stubble on it. They'd been hurtling through space on a very specific course, but what that course was he didn't know. Betty would chatter to the navigation computer every now and then and there would be a slight adjustment in the flight, then it would continue for hours with no excitement....

Confessions of a Slut Ch. 10

by RebeccaR51 on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

After my vacation in Greece, I proceeded onward to my next assignment: Bangkok, Thailand. To summarize my sex life up till then, I was almost 39 years old and the number of men I had bedded was the same as my age. (I'm an accountant; I've addicted to numbers and I've got to get them right before I can tell the story.) Bangkok was different from my life of t...

Memories of Actual Murder

by JBEdwards on Dec 23, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Mike takes Luisa to an elite party of the super wealthy and ruling class men of New York, mostly accompanied by their sugarbabies. In Memories of Murder (submitted under Erotic Couplings) we met Luisa, who likes to tease herself with her own nudity, and then decides to enter the wintry outdoors wearing a thin T shirt and no bra, only to find no male taker...

Desert Oasis Ch. 13: I Want to See

by WantonSalon on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I felt fingertips combing through my hair over my ear. Drawing a full breath into my lungs, I stirred and opened my eyes. The radiant warmth of Bee's deep brown eyes and a charming smile greeted me. "Hey," I offered as I exhaled, reaching to caress her cheek and chin. "Hi," she beamed. "How'd you sleep?" "Good! You?" "Yeah, really well." I looked past h...

Desert Oasis Ch. 11: Let's See

by WantonSalon on Sep 14, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

We tumbled through the villa's door, our shopping bags careening off the entryway walls like drunkards in an alley. Closing the door, we set the bags around the room: Jillian's next to her travel bag by the bathroom; Bee's at the feet of the sofa's end table; mine, indiscriminately, by the sitting room chair. In silent, ingenuous unison, we began disrobing,...