“Are you ready to go?” I asked. “Yeah, just lemme grab a few other things and I’ll meet you at the car.” I picked up my bags and headed for the trunk. Ahh this weekend was going be great. We were off to see some friends from college. We hadn’t found time since graduation for all of us to get together until now. It had been almost two years. I couldn’t help but wonder if either of them had changed. I wondered if they would freak out once they found out that Stefanie and I weren’t just ‘good friends’. I never know how anyone will react when they see us together, two women holding hands, obviously in love. Oh well, she and I were happy and that’s all that mattered to me. Stefanie rushed out of the house, trying to handle four bags and a cooler. “My God woman, ... Read More»

Saturday afternoon means laundry time. I hated doing laundry. I hated the fact that I had to go all the way down to the basement of our building. It was cold down there, not to mention boring. There was usually no one down there when I did my laundry. This time was different. There was a chic there. “Hello,” she said as I walked down the last few steps, “I just moved in.” “Welcome to the building. I’m Trish and I hate this laundry room!” We both laughed. She flashed me a smile, “My name’s Monica.” We made idle chit chat as we waited for our clothes to wash. She just moved here from England, was single and didn’t believe in panties. She was funny and was rapidly growing on me. She and I met like that for a while, both always being the only ones down there Saturday ... Read More»

At twenty-three years of age, I finally entered graduate school. I should have been happy but I wasn't. My poor body image followed me all the way through high school and college. I didn't date much and never had a steady boyfriend. While I would never considered myself fat, I always thought people noticed my fat ass and sturdy frame. I was the one always wearing blue jeans, a sweat shirt and carrying a back-pack. I hardly ever wore a dress. My hair was blondish brown and always in a tail. I smiled easily, but I felt bad that my social life never got off the ground. I moved hundreds of miles away from home to enter grad school. Instead of living in a dorm I found a basement apartment off campus. The house belonged to Emma Jones, a forty-seven year old ... Read More»

"Ummm...Let's see. I'd like the pink one right there. No, not that one. The pink one. The sweet, soft, pink one, please?" Jada tapped on the glass case with a perfectly manicured scarlet fingernail. Behind the sparklingly clear glass barrier, the creamy, rose-colored frosting on the huge vanilla cupcake beckoned to her. Jada licked her lips at the thought of swirling her tongue in the sweet, thick pink icing. She looked up to see Trina looking directly at her with a hand on her hip and an amused expression on her face. Trina, owner of the Sweet Rose Café, stood tall, with all 5'10" of her looking like an African goddess. Trina's mocha-colored skin had a light sheen of moisture, caused by the heat coming from the kitchen. Her beautiful dark ... Read More»

Determined sunbeams stretched across rumpled bed sheets, inching their way up the pillow in a desperate attempt to kiss the sleepy face resting there. Sheer, white curtains danced on a gentle morning breeze that carried with it the melodic sound of birds chirping in the distance. Asia couldn't pinpoint what permeated her unconsciousness first, the birdsongs or the sun, but she judged both preferable to the angry blaring of her alarm clock before dawn. Lazy Sundays were her favorite and she didn't even bother opening her eyes as she reached for her lover. Sliding her hand across the sheets, she found them warmed by the sun but unoccupied and finally opened her eyes to find herself alone. Puzzled, she rolled to her back and craned her neck to locate the clock on ... Read More»

Thursday, August 24, 2000. It was only seven o'clock in the morning and the temperature was already over 90 degrees. This is the forth day in a row that the temperatures would be over 100 and in this small town most things had ground to a halt. Penny sat naked on the back porch drinking her coffee, her iced coffee, waiting and hoping for a breeze to rustle through and cool her body. The air conditioner stopped working the day before and the repairman was swamped with calls and would not make it until Friday morning. Mark, her husband of fourteen months, had left for work early trying to avoid the heat and get to his air-conditioned office. Mark is a well-built man, who enjoys working out and even at the age of thirty-three he has a more chiseled body ... Read More»

She knew there was a danger that she would feel terribly guilty and ashamed of herself afterwards, but at the moment Mary was so eager to suck on a mouthful of prick that she wasn't about to let such considerations prevent her pleasure. She had often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and to have that cock shoot in her mouth. She had always thought of sucking a human cock, to be sure, but the ram's cock was a welcome substitute. She already knew how succulent his cum was. One of the things she wanted to ask her na�ughty friend, Lulu May, was what it was like to give a blowjob, assuming that Lulu May had done it and was willing to talk about it. Now Mary figured to get some cocksucking experience of her own. She sat up. Cupping her plump ... Read More»

Inside the Tent * Maureen had told me that the two of us were going to the forest to check out the facilities and so on. We would be spending a night at the site and she told me that she had a tent and would, of course, borrow another one if I wanted so that we would have a tent each. I quickly said that if her tent was large enough for two I'd be happy with sharing (wouldn't I just!). I had always loved camping and had spent many summers under canvas in the company of my parents and brother and sister. This time, however, I was to be spending an afternoon and a night with only Maureen for company and that, believe me, was something I was looking forward to. In the last story I related how Maureen and I both waited and watched for three boys who had ... Read More»

Samantha sighed as she sank down into the hot water in the tub. The last thing she wanted to do was to go to a boring office party tonight. She had a very long week at work and just wanted to stay at home this weekend. Her boss had come into her office Wednesday just before she was leaving and tossed an invitation on her desk, and politely asked her to go the party this Friday. Of course, she had to, seeing as how she didn’t want to irritate her boss. She was first up for a big promotion next month and didn’t want to screw up her chances at it. What made it worse was that when she looked after the invitation, she noticed that it was a masquerade party. Of all things, she thought. Samantha lay in the bathtub thinking of the evening ahead. The only thing of ... Read More»

* As instructed in the letter I had received after the orientation, I had dialed the number for someone named Melissa almost immediately. "Hello," "Is there a Melissa Phelps there, please? "This is she, can I ask who's calling, please?" "Melissa, hi, this is Samantha. I was told to contact you" "Oh yes," she replied, her voice warming and almost sensual. "How are you Samantha?" "Still in shock I think," I relied, "and you?" "I'm doing fine," she replied. "I'm sure you're still getting over the session. It takes a few days before it really soaks in. My purpose in contacting you is to try to set up a meeting where wecan review your orientation. Explain more about our organization, show you the benefits of being a member, and answer any ... Read More»

I'm Kala. I'm 18 years old and I'm writing to tell everyone about the most wonderful sexual experience that I have ever had. My best friend name is Amber. We're both 18 years old and just about to graduated high school. Last Friday night was one of those hot muggy nights. Our doorbell ranged at just after midnight. My Mom opened it to find Amber standing there crying. Her "Date" just threw her out of his car. To get through the boring part, she asked to spend the night. That meant she had to call her Mom, who had to talked to my Mom...and on and on. You know how parents can be. Finally, I got her up to my room. I had to find out what happened! Amber was wearing a long leather coat, her favorite super tight jeans and a silk blouse. "Kala!" She began ... Read More»

I step from the elevator onto the second floor of the city hotel. The corridor is empty, beige and clean cut like something lifted straight out of a seventies ideal home magazine. I adjust the black silk scarf as I walk along towards your room, trying to make it look casual. My brand new stilettos dig into the dense pile carpet and form a curious counterpoint to my low slung combat pants and white vest. I like the way the heels make me walk. I get to your door and listen at the wood. I can't hear anything. I slip the lock and drift inside, closing the door behind me. I can smell your perfume at once, hanging in the air like fairy dust. The room has a little entranceway, the bathroom on the right, before it opens out in to the bedroom proper. Two quiet steps ... Read More»

One day I decide to come and visit you ... I know that you will be home on your own and that you will not be particularly surprised to find me on your doorstep. It is a beautiful, warm sunny day, so I dress in a white cotton sleeveless blouse and a navy blue mini skirt. I do not wear a bra, but I put on a black, lacy thong, plus some high heeled sling back shoes. In my spacious bag I carry some of my toys in anticipation of what may happen when we are together. I get on the train, then get a taxi to your home. I ring your doorbell. After a few minutes, you open the door and I am stunned by the way you look. Even prettier than I thought and dressed in just a satin robe, decorated with tiny summer flowers and tied loosely at the waist. I can see you looking ... Read More»

I had only seen the image for a few seconds, but it was etched permanently on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was one of those photographs that draw you in. Her face was in sharp focus, the rest of the picture slightly blurred. She had been naked when the photographs was taken, as far as I could tell and knelt on the floor, looking up at the camera with deep brown eyes. Her hands were behind her back; they must have been bound. What had really struck me was the bright red ball strapped into her mouth, It held her mouth open, and the painted, crimson lips stretched around it. The gag would make talking impossible, and surely restrict her to a few muffled whimpers and groans. It could not be pleasant to wear a gag like that for long. Around her ... Read More»

Wnere to begin? Im not the best writer in the world, but what the hell. I really don’t know what age I was when it all started but I do know I wasn’t a teen yet. Was I gay, weird or just curious? All I know is I made excuses to see females nake bodies. Whether it was my mom in the tube, who had beautiful brown nipples, my sister in the shower who had great tits and a nice “bush” or as I got older, looking at girls in the shower in gum. Anyway, one night it happened! My older sister, whos bedroom was right across from mine, wanted to talk about some guys down the road, I got in bed and listen for a while. She talked about their hot bodies and wondered what sex was like. I could only listen since I didn’t know anything myself. Soon she fell asleep. I layed there ... Read More»