Mark went into the room and in the noise and laughter he whispered my suggestion to the others in turn. Sue did not realize the plan and by the look on her face thought they were whispering their admiration of her. She slid down the seat a little more so her skirt rode up her thighs over her stocking tops. No more encouragement was needed for these guys. The...
My name is Georgia Antoine. A tall, good-looking and forthright Black lesbian of African-American descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Kennedy College, and I'm currently dating a tall, beautiful Black woman named Miranda Hill. She's the Dean of Student Affairs and a special advisor to Scholar-Athletes at Kennedy College in do...
. . . my fingers stumble over the keys; they are hesitant and stuttering as they start to write this story. With the password entered the webmail page loaded and I immediately saw that I had one new e-mail. Was it the one that I was expecting? I took a deep breath and opened it. I half read ahead and I had already seen the words "touch yourself" before I st...
I stared in the mirror in the bathroom. I smiled at what it showed me. A beautiful face with full lips and blue eyes and a head full of big blond curls. I was dressed in a tight new skirt I had just bought and a adorable little tank top. How sad I was wasting such a cute outfit on a boring night at my friend Michelle's house. I had no bra on and yet my amazi...
The bright mid-morning sun often illuminates my walk across campus from my morning classes as it fights through the ever-present autumn gray of the east-coast sky. The late September air sends a shuddering chill up my spine as the light breeze occasionally finds it way up my bare legs and under my plaid skirt with my striding gate. Each step along the stone...
This story takes place long before the "From the Curtains" series published on here a few months ago. Some readers may remember Melanie, the main character of the original series. This story takes place before those stories. Melanie lay back in the nude on a raft in her pool, her thoughts drifting back to when she was younger. The sun's warm rays wafting ov...
This is an ongoing story of a security officer discovering and watching some sort of nude athletic event or game that is going on after hours. The aim of the story isn't sex. The aim is to discover what they are doing and why are they so comfortable doing it nude. ***** There were two things he wanted to establish. First, how long had this been going on?...
It had been three days since Addie had woken from her sleep with a salty taste on her lips and the vague recollection of Brodie standing over her, cock in hand, shooting his hot cum all over her tits. She'd checked the next morning, but if there had been any cum on her, she must have wiped it off in her sleep. She'd chalked it all up to a dream, one she wish...
From the outside looking in, people would call us 'introverts'. We preferred to spend our weeknights at home and weekends even more so. If only they knew half of what we got into... I could tell from your single sentence responses and the even longer pauses between that the day wasn't going well. You didn't want to admit you were dreading the evaluation...
It had been years since they had seen each other. 28 to be exact. That was the day they parted ways for college and the military. A long distance relationship was out of the question as she made her mind up to go to London. Him being recruited by the Naval Academy wasn't an around the corner option either. In truth, things weren't going well anyway, so it se...