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Rebecca couldn’t believe she had let herself be talked into this. It felt like she was selling her soul. She had come out west to start college and further her dream of becoming an actress, but the only roles she could get were minor ones with few lines. The lead roles from the school often went to Mary Brooks and her friends. Mary had a charming personality that everybody loved, especially the guys who tended to flock around her. Rebecca couldn’t help liking Mary too and felt a desperate need to be her friend. Rebecca wasn’t good at meeting men and usually went unnoticed by them. She had already completed her first year of college and hadn’t been on a single date. It wasn’t that she was ugly or unpleasant, but she tended to keep …

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Tina stared angrily at the door that belonged to a woman who worked under her and reluctantly knocked on it. Even with her resting bitch face, she was a beautiful woman. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a well-formed body that she hid away out of shame. The reason for all the mess she was in now came from her cruel behavior towards the gays who worked with her. Mary, a coworker of hers, had filmed her sister having sex with a woman and threatened to leak it to people in her hometown. The video was made to look like her sister got paid to do lesbian porn, and if it had gotten out, it would have ruined her life. Everyone in Falls Creek, the town they grew up in, including their …

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Cynthia I was loving not only the attention from June but also eating Susan’s delicious cunt. Her juices were flowing freely as I sucked her clit and lapped at her wide-open labia. She had a few minor shivers, which I figured to be small orgasms, but I wanted a big one that would flood my face with her scrumptious nectar. Testing the waters a little, I swiped across her pink star and found it to be remarkably sensitive. Paying closer attention to her rear entrance, I traced it with increasing pressure until my tongue actually slipped inside. You would have thought that Susan had been electrocuted the way she shook and squirmed. With that, I gripped her upper thighs to hinder her escape, and I went at her like a rampant animal. It only took …

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Louise lay in bed beside her husband; she was playing with his cock, which was responding to her skilful touch. When she felt him stiffen and thicken sufficiently, she added some baby oil to her hand and to his growing erection. The oil allowed her to pump him harder while she reminded him verbally about some of their recent fucks. Louise chose exactly the right moment to play her trump card. While grasping the base of his cock firmly, she reminded him of Gina, a girl who was staying at the same hotel on their recent holiday in Portugal. Louise’s husband had taken a shine to her especially when she was around the pool. The trick worked, and her husband ejaculated, sending a generous shower of spunk into the air. Louise licked her fingers and …

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Miss Susan’s exams were now upon us and I kept out of her way, while she revised before each one, just doing the housework and laundry, making sure she was comfortable. In the office, I was now completely accustomed to finding Miss Chantelle seated at my desk when I arrived. I now had to kneel before the desk and beg to be allowed to greet her properly, at which she rounded the desk, hiked her skirt and bent over to expose her magnificent arse. I lowered her knickers so that I could part the cheeks and properly French kiss her arsehole.When she was satisfied with my worship, I had to pull her knickers back up and her skirt down and then go to fetch her morning coffee. One morning, one of the young secretaries, Janice, …

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Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat? “Hey, I’ve forgotten my key…” Rat-a-tat-tat! “Hurry up little whore—” Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! “Get your bloody arse into gear and open the front door.” “So sorry, Miss. I can’t.” “For fuck’s sake, whyever not. These groceries aren’t getting any lighter.” “Following orders, Miss. Sorry.” “What … Whose?” “Yours, of course, Miss.” “Never ever suggested not letting your Mistress into her own apartment.” “Sorry; you did before. Granted not in so many words.” “Not in so many words … What, you disobedient little whore!” “So sorry, Miss … Not in so many words, Miss.” “And­—” “And nothing … Miss. I’m obliged to always address you as Miss. I’ve rectified my error … Miss.” “But I heard that patented suppressed snigger of yours. Methinks you’re still being a brat.” “I so don’t know what you mean … …

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The tall, blonde woman emerged from the crowd as if they moved aside just for her. She looked intently at me as she approached the bar. I gazed into her strikingly blue eyes, confused for a moment because why would she be headed towards me? Maybe she was looking at the bartender behind me. But no, she came right up to me, sparking in my heart a little flutter of panic with a slight twinge of excitement. “Hi, I’m Lauren. Can I buy you a drink?” she asked. Her voice was bubbly but carried over the din of the club. I nearly choked as I searched for how to respond. “Hi!” I finally blurted out. “Uhm, sure, that would be lovely. An espresso martini, please. Oh, and my name is Anna.” “Pleased to meet you …

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I found myself floating in a dark void, seemingly naked, my tall body fully visible to the nothingness around me. I couldn’t see, smell, or hear anything. The temperature was perfect—not too hot, not too cold. My body reacted to my thoughts, my hands moving as I willed them. Glancing down, I noticed my flaccid cock, strangely relaxed. There was no excitement, no pain—just a sense of calm comfort. But then, a bright light flashed, and a screen appeared in front of me like something from a video game. PROCESSING USER DATA. APOLOGIES… YOU ARE DEAD. I blinked, staring at the words, trying to wrap my mind around them. Dead? Really? My last memory was so mundane. I’d asked Liliana out—she rejected me, no surprise there, I wasn’t her type. Then we went to our …

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I was sixteen years old when I befriended Charlotte Simmons. I had been living with Maeve Anderson, my fifth foster parent, for about eight months. Maeve was the kindest foster parent I had by then, but she was also the biggest pushover. I had taken advantage of her kindness on too many occasions, and while I did feel guilty sometimes, I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I was switched to a different home anyway. I learned the hard way to never make attachments.  So it was unfortunate for me when I bumped into Charlotte on her first day at Sugarhill High School. Standing in the hallway, she had never looked so out of place with her white skirt and plaid vest. Then there were the dark glasses on her face, and I thought …

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My feet drag across carpet as I slump into my apartment and shut the door behind me. The lights fizz like ginger ale when I flick the switch, and the crackling feeling they produce sends a delicious shiver up my spine. The sensation of electricity nearly distracts me from the exhaustion setting in, but not quite. The kitchen sink is filled with dishes. I only wash one bowl for tonight, leaving the rest to sit another day. Vaguely, I pour myself a bowl of cereal and head down the hall to my bedroom, navigating the maze of clutter I don’t have time to clean. I squeeze my soaked hair into a designated bucket next to my bed before peeling off my wet clothes and towel drying myself. The air is cold tonight. I hope Siren …

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¨Would you ever consider getting fucked by a man and letting me watch? ¨ Kat asked her wife, Jane, while on their plane ride from Canada to Mexico. ¨I know we’ve joked about it, but I think it would really turn me on to actually watch you do it, knowing that you would only be doing it to please me… Kat and Jane were both in their early thirties. Kat was often told she had green ¨cat eyes.¨ She had long, straight brunette hair, was tall, and had beautiful long hands. Jane was very androgynous, with short brown hair, blue eyes, tons of freckles and resembled a porcelain elf. ¨Oh Hun, you know how much it turns me on to please you, but a dick? Seriously? Those things are f****** gross!¨ Jane answered. Deep down, …

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“Heeeey! Come on in!” Bramley Applewhite cheerfully called out, swinging the door of the apartment wide open. “Hey! Thanks,” Ann MacIntosh smiled, entering the cool, dimly lighted living room. The petite red head looked around; the furniture looked plush, inviting. Everything was soft, muted colors but was not drab. Even the framed painting over the sand colored velour couch was soft and muted. “I swear, it is just so hot out there,” Ann said. “Yeah, but it’s a dry heat,” Haralson Apple said from the depths of the kitchen. “Hot is hot, whether it’s dry or not,” Bramley retorted. Ann wondered how they managed to make the apartment dim; the late summer morning sun was bright with not a cloud in the sky. “Come in, come in, sit, Hare’s in the kitchen making us some …

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“Well,” said Vianne, slapping her palms against her muscular thighs in that definitive way that I’d been dreading. “We’ve got an early morning ahead of us.” “Of course, of course,” said Debbie, one of the two older American women resting at the near edge of the pool, with a margarita perched on the tile rim between her hands. Debbie’s wife, Diane, nodded beside her and reached up to my deck chair to squeeze my hand, and run her thumb along my wrist the way she liked to do. “It’s been such fun.” It had been fun, this whole holiday, more fun than I’d been expecting. The beaches, the drinks, the swimming pools designed for relaxation instead of cutthroat competition — it was all enough to make spending a week with my swim mates downright enjoyable. …

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Cynthia Foxy intertwined her fingers in mine and pulled me to Jenn. After kissing Jenn on the lips tentatively, she introduced us formally. Placing my hand on Jenn’s breasts and hers on mine, Foxy giggled, “Now that’s an introduction,” she added while pulling Jenn’s bottoms to the ground and slipping them past her feet. Jenn and I shared the soft chuckle until our hands began to familiarize themselves with the other’s breasts. She was leaner than I was, and her breasts were smaller because of that. Her areolae were a pale pink, and her nipples were like hard little stones, clearly already excited to be fondled. We both murmured quietly while caressing tits and tweaking nipples. Inevitably, this led to our mouths connecting. It was not the softness of Foxy’s and my initial foray into …

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Blackcherry lounged on her plush couch, her tablet in hand as she browsed through an erotic story forum. The thirty-seven-year-old’s eyes gleamed with excitement, her breath quickening as she devoured tale after steamy tale. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly, her free hand wandering to her breast. She tweaked her nipple through her thin tank top, feeling it harden instantly. The stories were getting her worked up with accounts of threesomes, girl-on-girl action, and kinky BDSM scenes. She loved it all, her pussy growing wetter with each paragraph. She set the tablet aside and slipped a hand into her shorts. “Fuck,” she hissed, finding her clit already swollen and slick. She circled it lazily, hips rocking. A notification pinged; a new story had been posted. She grabbed her tablet again, eyes widening as she read. It was …

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The flickering light of scented candles cast dancing shadows across the small dorm room. Amie sat cross-legged on her bed, nervously twirling a strand of her mousy brown hair around her finger. Across from her, perched on the edge of the desk, was Amanda, her roommate and best friend since freshman orientation. Amanda exuded confidence, from her perfectly styled blonde hair to her mischievous green eyes that seemed to hold secrets Amie could only dream of. As different as night and day, they’d forged an unlikely friendship over the past year and a half. Amie, the shy bookworm from a small Midwestern town, and Amanda, the vivacious party girl from Los Angeles. Their friendship had been a surprise to everyone, including themselves. On that first day of orientation, Amie had been overwhelmed by the sheer …

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As Geneen told her version of the first time she and Paula got together, we continued to wash each other under the pulsating spray of the shower. Geneen paid special attention to Paula as she described their caresses, duplicating them in real life as she told of that day. We moved around in the shower, and we were soon clean and more than a little aroused by Geneen’s words. I reached out and turned off the water, and grabbed the towels that were hanging outside the tub. Passing one to each of the girls, we began to dry each other as lovingly as we had soaped each other just a few minutes earlier. We got out of the tub and made our way back to the bedroom, going to the double bed that was still …

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Geneen, Paula and I went from the bedroom into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The massage setting on the showerhead seemed to be the best choice as we moved beneath the water. The rhythm of the pulsing stream felt so sensual on our already sensitized bodies – the afterglow of our recent sexual calisthenics was with us still. I adjusted the temperature of the water so that it was warm enough to feel good for all of us. The temptation was to set it just a little bit cold so I could see their nipples erect, but I didn’t want to put a damper on our passion, and I planned to create some heat that would have the same effect later on tonight. I reached for the soap that I had recently opened, …

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There is no name for a woman like me. Most people would prefer to keep me chained in their fantasies than admit there might be a real chance of meeting me in the street one day. Life has been good to me. I have it all – looks, money, university accolades, a great job, a top range sports car, and several penthouse apartments around the world. Some might say I’m a great catch, but those who know me would be more inclined to say that I’m the one who does the hunting. My sexual appetite is voracious. More importantly, there isn’t a single woman in this world, lesbian, bisexual or simply curious, who can resist my charms. Love doesn’t enter into the equation. I am not a romantic. What I crave and provide is the …

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My heart pounds as I take the steps three at a time. I don’t know where I’m going except up. Out. I don’t stop running until I reach the heavy metal door at the top of the staircase and push past it. My chest is heaving, my pulse racing a mile a minute. The door shuts behind me with a loud clunk, and a sinking feeling melts through me. I try the door handle. Fuck. Fuck. Panic surges through me, and then disappears as an overwhelming sense of exhaustion sinks into my body. I’m still gasping, but at least now I’m gasping in the cool night air. The sounds of New York City surround me, but from a distance. They can’t reach me. I slump down onto the asphalt roof with my back against the …

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