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Megan The holidays finally ended, and Mika and I were a couple. I know I did a bad thing having sex with Michelle behind Mom’s back. It was fantastic, and if Mom hadn’t been dating Michelle, I would have done it again. Thankfully, Michelle was keeping her word about not telling Mom, and I think Mom was keeping her word about not telling Michelle. Making love with Mom was something special. I don’t think we’d do it again the way our lives are going, but I’ll always treasure the intimacy we shared. Sharing Mom and Michelle was out of this world, and they wore me out. It’s one of a few secrets I’ll keep forever and cherish. But now I have Mika, and those types of things are behind me. My focus is on Mika. …

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Peeved did not quite describe my mood. I was fucking mad. Not only was I angry, but I did not have anyone I could vent to about it. My partner, Christie, was on one of her infernal business trips, which worsened things. She had been gone for a week, with her return scheduled two weeks from now; apart from all the above, I was horny and had no outlet for my sexual frustration apart from mechanical devices. Mechanical devices are OK; however, conversing or cuddling with them is difficult. The AC had broken down in my classroom. I was hot and sweaty and still had many term papers to correct. Although the pile had decreased, the corrected ones looked as if they had been used to sop up the blood from a massacre from the …

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Silvia The new year was finally here, and I could relax and return to my routine. Michelle’s exercise and diet program was working for me. I’d lost twelve pounds since October. It doesn’t seem like much, but that was all fat, and some of it had changed into muscle. My face looked thinner, and I’d lost an inch from my waist while dropping a dress size from an eight to a six. Plus, I felt better and had more energy. Megan also benefited from my diet change. We gradually tossed out all the junk food we’d been snacking on, which made a big difference. I told her about the new exercises Michelle had me doing, and my lovely stepdaughter added some of them to her workouts at school. My confidence was boosted further by unexpected …

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The title sounds scandalous, doesn’t it? The story I am about to narrate is no fairytale and is about my brother’s girlfriend. I know I might get judged by my ‘story’, if you call it so, but this time, I intend to let it out. Staying anonymous might save me from the criticism; hence I would not like to reveal my name. However, you might refer to me as Dinah, since I have learnt that assigning a name to characters is the first step towards realism. So, I am Dinah, a 19 year old girl with nothing significant about her. At least, I thought so. My life has been pretty stagnant after the death of my father a few years back. I stay with my mom and my brother, who is 22. My brother Ryan, …

An Afternoon with my Brother’s Girlfriend Read More »

I always have been interested in women and have had a preference for men.  And I know I have had this instinct since I was in high school and then in college.  As such I literally have had lesbian encounters since then.  I know I have been liked by passionate women and as a result I have had several passionate lesbian encounters.  Though I am thirty-three now, but still carry a buxom body, stand 5’ 7” with long legs and have 34C. In my apartment complex, I noticed that a new tenant moved into an apartment which is right across from mine.  Through my kitchen window, I saw a few times a very attractive, tall and slim lady somewhere in her early thirties, a small kid for about four years and her husband.  No doubt …

My Lesbian Encounter – My New Neighbor – ( Part 1 ) Read More »

My body was dripping with sweat as I ran down from Cinema 18’s low-side to high-side hallway. Outside, the storm continued to boom, and the emergency lights flickered on in the building.  I weaved through the crowd of angry guests and rushed into auditorium nine. The screen was off, and the crowd of customers there were rising up from their seat.  I pulled out my walkie and spoke into it. “Picture and sound are off in nine.” Then I turned to the guests.  “Everyone, please remain seated!” I said loudly but firmly over the noise of dissent. “We are working to get the screens up and running again. We appreciate your patience.” “Working on nine now,” Katie, one of the three assistant managers on shift, said over the walkie.  “What’s the status on seven?” Owen, …

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Chapter 11 Nora “Hi baby!” Nora squealed in a pitch at least an octave higher than her natural register as she walked through her front door on Tuesday evening, arms full of bags and keys dangling precariously from her fingers.  Being the mother of a cat was so often a test, not only in patience, but in balance as well. Tony weaved through Nora’s legs in bouncing figure-eights as he meowed so loud she was positive her elderly neighbor, Mr. Francis would start pounding on their shared wall for her to quiet down any second now. If she stood still for even a second too long, little gray paws tapped her on the hip. Small, but painful claws sinking into her flesh as the adorable demon she had raised from the time he was barely …

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Sirena stretched languidly on her plush king-sized bed, her petite yet curvy form barely covered by a thin silk sheet. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of her Amsterdam apartment, casting a warm glow on her smooth skin. She’d just returned from another globetrotting adventure, her mind still buzzing with the excitement of new experiences. Sirena’s thoughts drifted to a particularly memorable encounter from her recent travels as she lay there. It had been in a dimly lit chess club in St. Petersburg, where she’d locked eyes with a striking woman across the room. The woman’s intense gaze had sent shivers down Sirena’s spine, igniting a fire deep within her core. Sirena’s hand unconsciously slid down her body, fingers tracing the curve of her breast. She remembered how they’d played a tense chess game, …

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Zoe stood completely naked before her bathroom mirror, studying herself. It had been six months since she’d started her commitment to the Dedicated Wife Club and making certain her husband, Daniel, was stress-free. Taking the advice of two older women who were devoted to the idea of daily sex with their husbands, Zoe had undertaken the same task. Six months later, her husband received a promotion at work, and she had been assured that this upward step was at least partially earned by his relaxed, stress-free attitude in the office. Standing there, Zoe carefully examined her body. She was pretty confident that sex with Daniel at least once a day had transformed her in the same way that an exercise plan would have done. Her breasts, always striking, were even larger now and showing no …

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Katie and Emily stumbled into their hotel room, laughing at Katie’s lengthy fumbles with the key card, owing to her slightly tipsy state. The night had been a whirlwind in a London buzzing with life as they’d watched one of their favourite bands from years ago make their big comeback. After the show, they’d soaked up the bright lights of Leicester Square, knocked back a few drinks, then hopped into a cab back to the hotel, still wide awake and full of beans despite the late hour. Barely five foot three, with her trademark black bob, Katie made a beeline for the minibar, flashing a cheeky grin that suggested the night was far from over. Dressed in a fitted black top and skirt that hugged her curves just right, Katie’s look was as bold and …

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Michala’s fingers danced across the keyboard; her eyes fixated on the lines of code scrolling past. The soft glow of the monitor illuminated her face, highlighting the curve of her cheekbones and the intense focus in her eyes. She was so engrossed in debugging the latest feature for their app that she barely noticed when Katy slid into the chair beside her. “Are you still wrestling with that log-in issue?” Katy’s low, husky voice sent a shiver down Michala’s spine. Michala started, then relaxed as she met Katy’s warm brown eyes. “Yeah, it’s driving me fuckin’ crazy. I’ve tried everything I can think of.” Katy leaned in close, her breath hot against Michala’s ear. “Mind if I take a look?” As they pored over the code together, Michala became acutely aware of Katy’s proximity. The …

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I sit at a booth at the back of the bar. My leg bounces nervously under the table as I watch the front door. I scan everyone as they enter, watching for her.  My heart races in my chest every time the door opens. My hopes rising and falling like a loose balloon floating to the ceiling only to pop and fall back to the floor as soon as it hits the heat of a fluorescent bulb.  I catch my reflection in the mirror behind the bar across the room. I adjust my long blond hair to fall down my back instead of over my shoulders where it obscures the neckline of my sapphire blue velvet dress. It’s one of the only things I own that make my eyes look truly blue, rather than the …

For Dana Read More »

I woke up early the next morning to the sound of birds chirping. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden light across the landscape. My dreams last night felt empty and devoid of thought, just those words resonating in my head like a frozen TV screen. Maybe I’m still in some kind of matrix, and all of this isn’t real. I stretched and yawned, watching the mist rise from the water and seeing the misty outline of Tatiana sleeping on the ground next to me. She lay there naked, even more beautiful than she was yesterday. Her hair was wild and free but didn’t appear tangled, cascading down her back and framing her delicate features. Her body was probably second only to mine. And that’s not me being narcissistic; I think it’s …

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I step out of the shower just as my phone vibrates on the counter. I reach for it, dripping water on the fogged up screen as I slide my finger from one side to the other to unlock it. A smile breaks out across my face as I read her text. Elana: Just landed. Should be home in about a half hour. Butterflies erupt inside my belly. She’s only been gone a week, but my God, I’ve missed her so much! I almost feel ridiculous, being this excited to see her after only a matter of days. I poise my fingers to craft a response, but I stop, waiting with bated breath as the suggestive ellipses appear beneath her message. The dots pulse, one after the other, as she types on the other end. Elana: …

And On The Seventh Day, She Came Read More »

Her hair looked like spun gold, and her eyes were filled with pain and joy. When she smiled at you, it was like the two of you shared a secret. Every movement she made was elegant and deliberate; even the way her wrist arched as she took up a pen was beautiful. I couldn’t help but watch her. She was like a beautiful, vivid rainbow that I couldn’t take my eyes away from. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew it wasn’t right of me to feel that way about her, but I’d never felt that way about anyone else. She noticed me a few times and smiled demurely, as if she knew I was thinking about kissing the lovely pale skin beneath her earlobe. She even blushed once. I spent the following week visualizing the …

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Back to the office on Monday morning; the usual bra, stockings and suspender belt with a skirt suit. As usual, Miss Chantelle seated at my desk, waiting for me to kneel and beg to greet her properly. Once I had finished French kissing her arsehole, I went for the coffee. As I was getting it, the young secretary, Janice, came in. Nudging me, she said, “Get me one too, while you’re there, Jo.” Then, with a giggle, “You didn’t get into trouble when you got home on Friday did you?” I had automatically poured her coffee, not even noticing the familiarity or realising that it had been more of an instruction than a request, as I replied, laughing, “No, not at all, Janice, I had a late pass.” “It was nice to see you have …

End Of Term Read More »

Jodie licks a cherry from her cocktail and sips the strong vodka concoction. Her pussy is damp, she is longing to be wet. She needs to have her brains fucked out of her tonight. She looks hot and sexy as the Hawaiian sun glares down on her at the exclusive hotel in Honolulu. Her blonde hair waving in the wind and brushing against her tanned skin. She is going commando under a lemon evening dress which trails down to her ankles, a slit runs up the right side going all the way to her waist showing off her sublime leg and deep yellow high heel sandals. Her toes are painted black, and she sports a black anklet and a few black toe rings. Paparazzi secretly follow her around the gala in the hotel gardens as …

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Just as Claire had said in her phone text to me, the room key was waiting for me at the front desk of the Hilton. I took the elevator to the eighth floor, a twenty-something blonde woman wearing a robe rode with me but got off on the pool level. I wondered if she could pick up the scent of my pussy. I was that turned on in anticipation of spending a night with Claire, the hot teen girl I had fucked in a restaurant washroom. The room was dimly lit. I could see little except the outline of Claire’s nineteen-year-old frame.  The first thing I noticed about Claire was her eyes. The instant our eyes met at the restaurant I saw her fiery desire, her curiosity, and that unmistakable fuck-me look. Claire’s eyes, while …

Meeting Claire: Part 2, A Night At The Hilton Read More »

Katherine stared at her phone and clutched her luggage. She knew she shouldn’t be looking down when she was supposed to be finding her ride in a new place. But she was too anxious not to text her friend and ensure she was coming for the fiftieth time. To anyone who just happened to look at her that morning, they would be taken aback. She wore a conservative, knee-length outfit with extremely heavy makeup and huge eye bags under her eye. The poor woman looked like a wet cat who was struggling to swim up to the surface and meow for help. You would feel compelled to go over and help her but would stop once she gave you a cold-hearted sneer.  The tan woman was just a hard nut to crack. “Babe, where are …

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I sighed again. The initiation continued. I was desperate to rub myself to climax, as the wooden dildos worked inside me, the one only partly inside, revolving around the other, fully in me, stretching my cunnie in a circular motion. “This is torture,” I groaned. Looking to Chrissie. I pleaded, “rub me off Chrissie – please.” “Sorry teen slut,” she replied, “we have to torture you, it’s your initiation. “Each girl has it specially tailored to her desires,” she continued, “carry on Kirsty. I had not felt a tremendous desire to be fucked with two skipping rope handles, up until this point. “We just come up with new ideas!” said Kirsty, who I now remembered from the party, working the handles. I had only seen her back and bottom as she had been 69’ing Jill, …

Initiation. Pt 2 Read More »