Telephone Sex with Her Boyfriend
She dominates him during a telephone call.
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Teasing Me for a Baby
Leading me on for what you really want – a baby.
Box Wine
I hate Christmas parties. I don’t hate my Christmas parties because I am free to be nice, to be polite, or to be firm depending on other people’s behavior. I am in the comfortable bubble…
Our Dirty Kissable Lips Cindy
Our Dirty Kissable Lips Cindy: Thanks to my friend Marina Kelly who helps me with the story and then spends hours fixing my poor spelling and grammar. Thanks Marina The band didn’t just bring me…
Forced Lesbian Stepsister
WARNING! The first half of this story has very objectional language towards homosexuals. This is to build the main character. Her language and opinion WILL offend you. I felt it was necessary to create her…
Blue Haired Daydream
She is as beautiful as I remembered, though it has been a month since my first appointment. As it was the first time I saw her, her hair was the first thing to catch my…
Regina: The Call, The Couch
The phone made its annoying plea for attention again. It made that troublesome sound that used to be so warming. It was now the death knell of temporary peace and happiness. Regina rolled over and…
Soldier and the Florist
With a glance to the clock hanging on the wall, Kat let out a heavy sigh. Only mid afternoon, and as usual the shop was dead. It was easy to enjoy the scents, the colours…
Julie’s further Adventures
Julie Stories…. A long week on the road was finally coming to an end for Julie. Making her way back up the A1 the rain lashes down then turning off on the on to the…
Come for the Strawberries
Come for the strawberries, ass for takeaway. It is a rewarding life being an owned bisexual. I may have a loving husband at home, but that matters not even a little bit when My Lady…
Twisted Tail
Cara spat out what seemed to be an endless supply of dirt from her mouth. Clouds of dust stung at her eyes, making it impossible to see. Her head rang like a bell, and her…
Picture This
“Hmm, blue,” Jen said. Tiff hands her a spray can. Jen sprays it but red paint comes out. “You jerk,” she laughs, throwing the cap at Tiff. “Monkey’s paw rules, bitch.” Tiff responds, pointing at…
On The Road
Gail had her target in sight. All she has to do is release the arrow. It’s at the perfect angle, the drawback is flawless, and the deer is none the wiser. Drinking away at the…
After School Special
“MS. JONES!!!” Ms. Harris shouted, causing me to snap my head up from my desk. “What?” I reply, irritated. “No sleeping in my classroom!” she exclaimed, “This isn’t an air bnb. Keep your eyes open.”…
Upstanding Young Women
When Marjorie saw the roommate list for the state competition, her stomach dropped. They’d be out of town for a night, and she’d be stuck with Diane. Diane, whom she hadn’t spoken to since the…
Regina: Queen of The Changing Tides
Jenny placed her coffee cup down on the glass topped desk. Her face was stern, almost rigid. Her assistant, Mike, had just told the biggest client she had ever managed to win over to “Wait…
Her Shoes
There is a cafe downtown Vancouver called Cafe Deux Soleils. It is a lesbian cafe. I learned of it through my daughters, one of whom is gay and the other of whom is undecided but…
Helping Hand
“Someone, please,” a frail girl pleads, sitting in her box on the curb with a cup in hand. Everyone is passing her, not even giving her a split second of their vision. Those who do…
The Beautician
As she entered the Arcade, Diana Sedleigh was aware that she drew the glances of several male passers-by. The eighteen year old redhead was wearing clothes that were tight-fitting and revealing, a raw silk red…
Out for a Treat
To some I would suspect our romance is not exciting. We are both fifty. I am a married teacher, the lighter red of the two of us, with long red hair, a muscular frame saved…
Accidents and Consequences
I have two lives. One is perfectly normal. I am a fifty-year-old teacher, with a loving husband and three daughters in University. I was the model trophy wife, natural redhead, the first Cosplay I could…
Securing My ‘A’
“That’s all today class, enjoy the rest of your day,” she announced, glancing over everyone before a pause. “Fiona,” she said, peeking at me. “Would you mind staying for a couple of minutes?” I clenched…
Conversion Therapy
Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** As an educator, and as a mother I have a special hatred for Conversion Therapy. Put simply conversion therapy is the Spanish Inquisition…
Come for the Strawberries
Come for the strawberries, ass for takeaway. It is a rewarding life being an owned bisexual. I may have a loving husband at home, but that matters not even a little bit when My Lady…