Hi, I'm Jaime, and I've got a bit of a thing when it comes to lingerie. I love all sorts, from skimpy G-strings to lacy basques, and on evenings when I'm staying in alone l often strip down to my underwear. I especially like panties, which can be pulled tight into my pussy, creating a delicious, tingling friction, which soon has my love juice flowing. So naturally when Jake, an old flame of mine, mentioned to me that a college pal of his had started designing lingerie I wanted to hear more. Steve went one better, and set up a meeting with the designer at her place in the countryside. I turned up at Chloe's house wearing a demure little dress, but underneath it I had some of my favorite white panties, and as always happens when I wear them, I was feeling pretty ... Read More»

It's Friday night, close to 11pm. We drive through the screaming black night, Jamie, Toots and I. Hardcore house music pumps from the stereo. I lay half wasted on the back seat, my legs thrown across Toot's lap. I have a cigarette in one hand, a half - bottle of vodka in the other. My face is streaked with tears and mascara, my mind numb from all the beak and alcohol I have ingested. JD and I have argued again. A big, screaming, violent row in front of all our friends in the pub. JD is a tosser I have decided and I just want to get rid of him from my mind. Toots looks down at me comfortingly and I smile back at him. He's a good friend. He'll look after me. The car jolts as we approach to a halt at a red light, and I can feel the engine turn as Jamie teases ... Read More»

We take a drive in the country to a place we have never gone before for the weekend. We drive deep into a wooded forest and pull up to a stone cottage. You begin putting away the groceries and I begin lighting a fire in the den to take the chill out of the air. I take in the bags placing them in a hidden bedroom, pulling the door closed tightly behind me. You wonder perhaps what I am doing, but you know it has something to with my plans for the evening so you don't pry. Inside the room, I take a deep breath and begin an assessment of the room. There is a large down filled bed made of heavy black iron. There is a stone fireplace to match the one in the front room and I light a fire in here as well. I open a bag, pull out several large candles and an ... Read More»

I smacked the alarm clock hard, I didn’t remember if I set it or not. God, another early morning and cold as hell. I didn’t want to get out of my nice cozy bed. I cracked open one eye and tried to see what time it actually was before I woke up completely. I am one of those types that think that the extra fifteen minutes of sleep would actually do me some good. It was almost seven am and definitely time to get up. I slowly got out of bed, dreading the fact I had to leave my warm cocoon. I stood up and stretched, my t-shirt rose up letting the cool air touch my skin. I wandered into the kitchen and found Nina waiting for the coffee pot to finish brewing. “Morning roomie.” She said not so bright eyed. “Morning babe, sleep well?” She nodded. She was always up this ... Read More»

I had never had any lesbian relationships before that night. Not anything that could even been considered that sort of experience. Well, maybe when I was very young and another girl my age compared chests to see if our tits were growing yet. They weren't but she rubbed my chest and I rubbed hers in the hope that might get things started. About all I remember was the funny feeling it gave me when she did it. I had been out with Marty and we got a little drunk. Nothing serious but we both had the giggles when we left the club and went back to her apartment. I hadn't seen Marty in a couple years and had finally accepted her invitation for a visit. We'd been the best of friends when she left to take a new job. It seemed that we talked non-stop for hours and in the ... Read More»

I studied French at university. As part of the deal they sent us all to France and so, at the age of twenty-one, I found myself living in Paris for a year. Some people were teachers. I was a student, though, and I had a great time. But, being a student in Paris, I was anything but rich. Money was always a problem and one way that I tried to make some was by giving private lessons in English. There were often messages on the notice board at the university asking for people to teach somebody or other and, after I'd tried a couple of other things that were pretty hopeless, I decided to give it a go. My first effort was disastrous, a creepy middle-aged so-called businessman who I went to see in his office and who wasted no time at all in making it horribly clear ... Read More»

Her name is Jessa and we have been friends for nearly a year now. The school year is ending and we are looking for a place to live this summer. She is strikingly beautiful and completely comfortable about her body. She is 5 foot 4 with long dark hair and shining brown eyes. Her frame is small yet muscular and her breasts are firm and full with a slight upturn at the nipple. I feel very unattractive next to her but she swears that I am as sexy as I tell her she is. I am 5 foot 2 with long curly hair, green eyes, and a large frame packed with muscles. I have a C cup chest with large nipples and hers are a diminutive B cup, or at least next to mine, they seem diminutive. I have had good friends that were women before but I have never felt the attraction to them that ... Read More»

Kathy and I have just enjoyed a moment of extreme intimacy. Not bad, given that five hours ago she was just a (pretty) face in a City bar. But I can see that already, as she comes down from such a powerful cum, the doubts are seeping in. Not surprising - she thought her Friday night would be spent drinking with her friends, not bent double in a luxury Docklands flat with a strange American woman lapping hungrily at her ass. “You okay, hon?” I ask. The concern is meant to be fake, to keep things going, but I'd have to admit that, unexpectedly, I do care how she's feeling. “Yes.” She doesn't look like she means it. But I've learnt in my six months here that you can ask the English almost anything (“how did it feel to lose both your legs?”) and they'll almost ... Read More»

This is my first story, and I've found that it's really hard to verbalize what happens when people hit on each other. If anyone has any suggestions as to how I can exactly describe the body language, tone of voice, etc. so that readers can experience it like I did, that would be appreciated. I hope you like reading the story. I sure as hell liked writing about it. It was my first day on the job, and I was nervous. Not for the usual reasons, but because this was a different kind of job than I'd ever had before. My job descriptions had always involved invoicing and filing, not poles. Or getting naked. There were twelve girls and one stage with two poles at this particular club. I liked the set up. The stage started in a runway kind of thing, like the girls ... Read More»

"Who wants to start," Paige asked excitedly as she shuffled the cards!?! "This was your idea, Page," Anna replied nervously, "I think you should lead it off, don't you girls!?!" Both Glenna and Mo nodded their heads in unison and while waiting for Paige to finish shuffling the erotic game cards!!! "Okay," Paige replied with a shiver, "I'll go first but you all gotta promise to play at least one round, agreed!?!" The three other girls glanced back and forth between each other before Mo replied, "Agreed, we'll all draw at least one card, after that we'll see how it goes!!!" After Paige completed her shuffle, Glenna cut the deck and all eyes turned towards Page in anticipation of her draw!!! Paige licked ... Read More»

"You certainly know how to tell a sexy story," acknowledged Trish, as the women sipped their wine. "Yeah. I was just thinking this is one of the best evenings we've ever spent. I mean together, as a group, and that's all down to you, Karen!" Sharmila said, raising her glass to her friend. "Thankyou, Sharmila. I suppose the best thing is that it's all true and could have happened to any one of us. I was just lucky." "But it's not like we're old women or anything. It could still happen to any one of us," Melanie was thinking out loud, looking into her glass. "Are you thinking about it, Melanie?" asked Jenny softly. "I suppose. What I mean is, I'm listening to Karen tonight and I'm really wet and turned on. So I suppose I am thinking what it would be ... Read More»

Claire sat alone in her room. The hot sun shone through the window on the sticky May day. The small dorm room was incredibly hot since the air conditioner in the old building had broken and no one ever bothered to really fix it or replace it. Claire was 19 and still excited about living in college away from her parents. The thrill of new people, new experiences, and learning new things all of it was great. She was usually rather shy but her room mate Tori had helped her to come out of her shell. Tori had gotten her to do her first shot, drink her first beer, smoke her first joint, and go out to the party where she hooked up with her first boy at college. While some of the experiences had been better than others all of them were fun if only to look back on. ... Read More»

It all seemed so innocent and not sexual in any way. I am married and have many married female friends. One of my closest friends, also in her mid-40's called me at work last Wednesday saying she needed me to come by her house; she had something she needed to talk to me about. She sounded upset but would not elaborate over the phone. She stressed that she didn't want her husband to be home at the time of my visit so we agreed to meet at her house around 3:30 Thursday afternoon. I kept playing the conversation over and over in my head. What was making Kerri so upset and why did she not want her husband home when we talked? I nervously arrived just after 3 pm and she opened the door and let me in. Kerri was in a silk bathrobe and had a clean smell. I could ... Read More»

The doorbell rang, the chime echoing through the empty house. It was nine pm on a Thursday night -- who would coming to the door? Alicia got up from the kitchen table and went to the door. She was surprised to see a friend of hers standing outside, practically bouncing up and down. "Hi Shelby," Alicia said, opening the door. "What brings you here." "Oh thank god you're home," Shelby said. "I need help." "Come on in, Alicia offered, opening the door wider. "I'm not busy." Alicia led Shelby to the family room and dropped down on one end of the couch, motioning for Shelby to take a seat as well. "What's the problem?" Alicia asked, wondering what could be so important that Shelby would come rushing over this late at night. It wasn't as though they were ... Read More»

You must have been in the same situation. You have a special function to attend, but the underwear is all wrong. The bra has had it and you need fresh undies. Such was my predicament as I slipped into Pussy Willow, my local lingerie shop. just before closing three nights ago. I’d popped in just before seven. The assistant smiled and said ‘Don’t worry, it’s okay’ so I browsed, as you do. I’m not sure when, I was lost in nickers, as it were, but I got the feeling, we all get it, of someone looking at us. So I turned and there she was...staring at me. ‘Yes’, I said. ‘Sorry,’ she blustered and walked off. But is was one of those encounters that made me stop and consider. She was really quite, well, sexy. My mind kept returning to her cleavage and I flicked through ... Read More»