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Royal Crush

How the girl next door fell for the future queen.

The one thing more potent than her zesty juices that rained over my face to soak my dirty blonde locks, was the way she cussed. There was something about the manner in which Minty swore that turned me on. When driven by desire alone, there was no pretence. No aristocratic role to fulfil. Nobody to impress except me, grinding her perfectly smooth, wet sex against my mouth as if pleasure was...Read On


Train of Thought 2

I just wanted some reassurance that I hadn't become someone I wasn't.

My experience with Jennifer caused me a few sleepless nights. My thoughts were steeped in self-denial, kidding myself that my impulsive attraction to her girlish flirting was so out of character for me that it must have more to do with my imagination than an actual event. I wouldn’t do that but in reality, I did. She was pretty in a girly kind of way, I knew her name was Jennifer (Probably...Read On

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It’s a different kind of moment...

It is a record-breaking 37ºC. The windows are open and the shades are shut. All we can do is sit and bear it till the heat breaks.  I lay on the floor taking in the small fan that’s working overtime. The spinning blades of the other fans catch the sun as it sneaks through the cracks of the blinds. Lifting my hand to the haze, I feel its heat as my fingers walk through the swirling...Read On

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Cumming Out

What else is there to do after a fight... drinking, dancing and finding a sexy woman to explore with

“Wait, am I your beard or something?” James stands up from the red cotton-covered bed, and looks at the woman he had considered to be his girlfriend, but wasn't so sure now. “No, nothing like that." She shakes her head at him to emphasise her point. "But I find women attractive as well,” replies Alice to James, whom she does consider to be her boyfriend. So, you still want me ,...Read On


Jealous Jolene: the Beginning

Jolene wants to make sure her friend's girlfriend is good enough for him.

Jolene walked confidently into the pizzeria that Sasha worked in. She smoothed down her sleek tight red thigh length dress; the dress was low-cut showing off her cleavage with a single red rose pinned on the left side of her chest. She looked around the small restaurant as a waitress came forward to seat her. As Jolene took her seat she smiled inwardly as she thought about how neither of her...Read On


Muses for the Modern Times I

A teacher meets her destiny in a form she never expected.

My Tuesday morning programming class filed in, like soldiers, or maybe army ants. No, that wasn't fair! They were a good group of people, most of them kids, with a sprinkling of adults to make things interesting, but they were a pretty lackluster group. Usually, in each class, there is someone acting like a class clown to break things up, or a brilliant student who challenges me beyond what...Read On



Truth be told she didn’t want to be here for the emotional fall out of Melanie’s relationship.

It was a uni kid’s life, getting fucked up at three o’clock in the afternoon on the roof of the girl she liked. Melanie had led Raven up there when she got there, barely done complaining about the stairs before she was pushed up the ladder next to the bed that led to a balcony that looked exactly like to exactly what you’d expect from a Mediterranean fantasy. The roof was sloped and when she...Read On


Train Of Thought

Without realising it's happening I'm lured into being visually stimulated by a woman

When it came to my sexual preferences I never considered myself to be anything but straight. Sure, I looked at women, I admired their beauty, studied their hairstyle, clothes, shoes, make-up, but there was never the slightest spark of sexual or romantic interest. In the summer of 2015 something happened with no prior warning or build-up of self-doubt that freaked me out. I was suddenly...Read On


A Burglary Bungle

A young female burglar is caught and given an unusual punishment.

It was a simple job so far. Four rooms had already been entered silently, and valuables put into the black felt bag, hung at the waist. One last room, then call it a night. It does not do to be too greedy. A simple five-foot jump to the next balcony, then master-key in the lock, and in through the balcony door silently. Halfway across the room to the dresser, and the bedside lamp was turned...Read On


Rising Star - Stern Warning

Another episode from Faye's autobiography

Marilynn Foster’s hand was under my evening dress. Somehow and very deftly, as we kissed she had lifted my dress and managed to get my knickers around my knees. Now, her hand was running between my legs like a saw, the side of her index finger running smoothly between my lips and her thumb playing havoc with my clitoris. Her tongue was pressing into my mouth and I wasn’t complaining. She...Read On


Beth and Tracey Chapter 2 of 3

Beth wins another bet with Tracey

Someday I am going to learn that making a bet with my girlfriend is a lost cause. Not only do I usually lose, but also the stakes never seem to be what I thought they were. Not that she is dishonest; it’s more like she’s unexpected. If she says we are going fishing, I expect to be sitting on a lake or river trying to catch lunch. She would be driving me to the coast to catch a ride on a...Read On


Alex & Clémence - Tablecloths and Peonies

"So, Alex, what do you think?" I hear the words, but they just don't register in my brain. Instead, my eyes stay glued to her lips as she utters the words "Alex...?" God, how I want to kiss her. "Earth to Alex, do you copy?" "Yeah, sorry, I was just elsewhere." "So, what do you think, should we move this vase a bit to the center of the table?" I try to summon my two brain cells that are...Read On


Plumber's Mate 01 - In the Beginning

It's not always the pizza guy.

I am a plumber. I have the crack to prove it. That and an SUV full of tools and parts. The only better job, to my mind, is writing. I do that too. Many years ago I had the opportunity to apprentice as a plumber. Having had two businesses fail I figured a proper trade would at least give me an option for the lean times. After all, kids are always dropping their toys in the toilet and...Read On


Beth and Tracey Chapter 1 of 3

Beth helps out a lovely Tracey.

It started innocently enough. I was assigned to a work team and Phillip was on the team. We were of a similar age and shared a few common interests. It was natural that we would become closer; at least the rest of the team seemed to think so. Gary, the team lead, went out of his way to make sure Phillip and I were assigned either the same task or related tasks so we would have to work close on...Read On


Naked and Entangled

Gazing out the window, you’ll see her car pull up. Your heart will be in your throat. Blood will be pulsing noticeably through every vein, artery and capillary in your body. A wave of heat will wash over you. Deep breaths. Take deep, steady breaths. Once she arrives, you’ll start wondering again. About everything. ‘Is this what I should be wearing? Is it weird if I do? How’s my hair?...Read On


A Night In Jail

A DUI arrest leads to a night of exquisite lesbian pleasure.

Mandy looked nervous as she was brought in to the small county jail at eleven-thirty at night.  She was wearing a short strapless pink dress and high heels.  She hung her head in shame looking as if she was ready to cry, her blonde hair almost covering her eyes.  Her hands were cuffed behind her which accentuated her breasts, pushing them forward against the material of her dress.  She looked...Read On


What a Difference a Day Makes (Chapter 1 of 2)

The first half of what turned out to me a remarkable day for me!

Chapter 1 – First half of my incredible day: My name is Brooke, at this writing I am 30+, tall, and 130 lbs. dripping wet. Unlike most of the women in these stories I am not voluptuous, in fact next to most other women I look like a 14-year old boy, at least in the bust. My hips are slim, but slightly better proportioned than my chest. Let's see, what else might you want to know? I am...Read On

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Come Undone

“Sophia!” I yelled for the zillionth time. “We’re late.” I stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting less than patiently. I could hear her rummaging around up there. I’d told her in no uncertain terms that we absolutely needed to leave by seven at the latest, and here I was shouting at her at twenty past. I’d turned into my mum. Great.  “Two minutes. It’ll be worth it...” Her teasing...Read On


Am I Lesbian Or Desperate For Sex - Part One

Events and friends dictate how you develop as an individual. Progressing from school to college, immediately changed my view of the world, introducing me to a new circle of friends and attitudes.   I met Gemma on my first day at college in the reception area. As we saw the other, we stopped dead in our tracks. It was as though we had just seen our mirror image. True, she was an inch...Read On


Lost and Found in London

Her piercing blue eyes flicked from the map to the city vista before her, then back to the map once more. Like everyone, she carried a smartphone but there was something special, something tactile about a paper map. A more authentic, genuine and personal experience and she liked that. As the cold December air fluttered the map in her hands she could barely believe she was here. She’d never...Read On

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Zara loves being a professor. Her Thursday night class is a challenge due to one little blonde.

Sometimes I loved being a professor. Most of the time, really. My class is such that usually students don't take it if they aren't serious about it. Classical Mythology is not on the general education list so there are no general education credits for taking it. Teaching a specialized subject typically meant mature and dedicated students. This semester, however, my Thursday evening class had...Read On

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Beating the Skin

Everyone on the island called her Sìneadh, though it was not the name she was born with. In the Gaelic, sìneadh means to lengthen, and the boys called her that because she was tall before them. Also, it was said, because her mind was up there in the clouds. The name stuck, by way of familiarity more than teasing. That she was still there to be called Sìneadh surprised everyone. She had...Read On


The Overlook

I woke clammy again my heart racing in my chest My dream though a bit foggy was also so painfully real. It was that fateful day again replaying itself like a broken record. The day I made the biggest mistake of my life, and only now am I aware of that. It was the day Karin got on the plane. If only I could remember what she said. "I'll be ... if you change your mind about things," she said...Read On


Never too old

I'm very wet

It was just after six pm on Christmas Eve and I was nervous yet excited, for almost six months I'd pretended not to look at her as she bustled about the office. I'd pretended not to look at how her short skirts rode up almost to her bottom when she reached up for a file. I'd revealed nothing when I saw the outline of tiny g-strings beneath her skirts, and I'd pretended not to notice on...Read On


Cultural studies

Laura’s lust for Korean women started the first weekend of her junior year in college. The concert, a recital by two Korean music students who had graduated the year before, had an excellent program: Beethoven’s Third Sonata, Debussy’s Sonata, and some Schumann and Telemann. When they came out on stage, Laura felt as if she had been struck in the chest—the pianist was dressed in blue,...Read On

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All That Glitters

I was freezing. A bitter gust of wind whipped up the freshly fallen snow into whirling eddies and stung my cheeks. I braced against the blast then, in a lull, gazed at the skies. It didn’t look stormy. Virtually cloudless, the inky sky glistened with countless winking stars, a bright half-moon watching over them. All along the street, the neon glow of bar fronts and hotel lobbies spilled...Read On


Bloomsbury Circle

A September party.

Gwendoline Callaghan, known to all our circle as Harry, was tall, slim and as butch as you like. She did class butch. Not for her the tight vest, torn jeans and Doc Martens. No, for Harry, it was a decent suit or classy chinos and a leather jacket. She was deep in conversation with a woman called Jess, who never seemed to do anything but was as rich as Croesus.   I was watching her at...Read On


Tammy and Sammy chapter 6

I need access to that lovely little cunt, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week

The holiday bungalow was everything we'd hoped for, a solitary bamboo house on the beach of a beautifully unspoilt tropical island. The only sign at all of any work having been done on it was the mooring quay where the motor-boat dropped us. We'd checked in on one of the larger islands and then been ferried across to what we were already referring to as our own little island, we'd...Read On


Tammy And Sammy Chapter 5

I began to pee through the delicate lace panties.

We were pleasantly surprised at how many people had crowded into the tiny old church to see us pledge our love to each other. Members of both families had travelled from all four corners of the world just to be there and we both felt genuinely honoured. We'd had to wait until Sammy's seventeenth birthday, which was two weeks after mine, but my parents had given us the mews cottage, true...Read On


No Names

I don't need to know your name...

It was a five-star hotel bar, nestled in the streets of downtown L.A., elegantly furnished with ubiquity. A few big screen TV’s hung over the bar area mutedly showing some insignificant sporting events.   A cute duo of a bartending crew, one guy and one nicely tattooed girl, hustled drinks out as fast as they could while still measuring each pour with precision. God forbid they give you too...Read On