The next morning she woke up first. He was asleep in her bed and she smiled as she watched him sleep. Delicious thoughts, of him fucking her mouth in her office the evening before, wafted through her mind. The deep sense of humiliation and loss of control returned. She hadn't imagined the total feeling of liberation she had after giving control to him. His s...
Kate left on Monday morning for a week-long business trip so I was left to "Bach" it for the week. I was looking forward to just a relaxing week of doing pretty much nothing. I had thought about going to a strip club or adult store, maybe watch a few skin flicks, other "MAN" stuff, but wasn't planning anything earth shattering. Unbeknownst to me, Kate had...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Again this story is extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of thi...
As Sharon drove down the road, she reviewed her misgivings about returning to work at a bar again. The pay was good with all the tips that she received and her big boobs and long blond hair had always been assets that drunken men appreciated. But the constant barrage of lewd suggestions and grabby hands got so old after a while. This particular place had ce...
Dear Husband Hello dear husband, she said, never looking back. Could you come over here and take that down from the shelf for me? She pointed to a bottle of bleach on a high shelf. It wasn't his fault that George had just gone out to the hardware store, telling Jim, his teenage helper from down the street, that he'd be back in an hour, maybe two. Why don'...
*Chapter One* February 12, 2005 "What?! No way. I refuse!" 18-year-old Essence was hysterical. "Honey, this was all arranged a long time ago, before you even knew who he was," her mother, Karen, said calmly from her seat at the dining room table of their rather poor house, "It will bring money for your father and I, which is definitely a bonus. We just th...
-- Author's Warning -- == You should not read this if you're under 18, you should not read this if you're over 18. == This is a fictitious story spawned from well-buried memories and the huge ego of the Author. * * * * * Chapter 1 So, I knew this girl. Once upon a time in a far away land known as High School a buddy of mine introduced me to his new girlf...
The name is Lorelei Henderson. I'm a young black woman living in Boston. And my sex life sucks. Mainly because both men and women keep mistaking me for a lesbian. They think that unless I wear skirts, watch Lifetime movies and act girly, I must be a dyke. Give me a damn break, people. I'm an Original Woman. Alright? Not a popular culture amalgam. All my life...
I stumbled into the classroom; my clumsiness caused by my extreme nerves. My eyes darted all over the room but to my relief which was also mingled with longing, he wasn't there yet. I moved as serenely as I could to my chair but my clothes were restricting much movement. I had on a tight fitting mini skirt that showed off my thighs. I had on a tight top as w...
Hello. My name is Miranda. It was during my second year at university that this incident happened. I hope you find the retelling of it interesting. I am blushing at the recall of the events and hope that by putting them here for everyone to read it will start to free me from my embarrassment. I was a keen gymnast. Not a very good one, but I belonged to a c...