Overlooking a beautiful Austrian lake, from the cutest little bistro, my wifey and I enjoyed a late lunch. Just like our plates, the expensive bottle of red was emptying quickly. Needless to say, we were a little buzzed already, living the good life. Well deserved after a long hike through the mountains. "So, where next, honey?" I said, leaning back in the chair, knowing damn well she did not like me calling her that with...

Darla I was in the back room looking for a particular fabric when I heard the door open and close. Seconds later, there were loud moans coming from the main work area, so I dropped everything to check it out. There, splayed out like a Lesbian Gourmet Meal, was our lover, Pam, with Melanie's face buried deep between her open thighs. Moving quickly in their direction, I knelt down to kiss her while quickly opening her perfe...

Miss Dahlia Black, You are cordially invited to attend a masquerade at Ellis Manor. Event is black tie, masks are encouraged but not mandatory Sincerely, Lillian Ellis. I stare at the letter printed on heavy paper for the hundredth time in disbelief. Did they really have to twist the knife further? Killian cheats on me with my fucking cousin, and I'm expected to still attend his family's party? Bullshit. I sigh and pull t...

Pam My first day ended quietly after a flurry of paperwork and a general idea of what helping Kim with the Scaredy Slut Group would be like. A little after five o'clock, she found me talking to my two favorite seamstresses and getting their honest take on things. I also relayed the prior night's exploits about wearing the sexiest of their incarnations, so far, and all the hands on the exposed parts of my ass and everywher...

After we tired of our lovemaking, Nicky and I turned to see what our performance had done to Mr. Ashton. He had repaired to an easy chair and was asleep! “We wore him out,” Nicky said. “You wore him out!” I replied. “With your hot little pussy. You made him fuck the ass off you,” I added. “He was doing all the fucking,” Nicky retorted. “Anyway, what are we to do? Shall we wake him up?” We went over to the slumbering acade...

It was the summer of 1980, and Rose was on a road trip before heading to college. She was an attractive eighteen-year-old with red hair, green eyes, and light freckles dusting much of her body. She had planned to go with her boyfriend, but they had already broken up. He ended things with her a week ago, and his words still hurt. He told her she was no fun and too immature for a man like him, a child who still plays with h...

Herringbone’s My heart rate accelerated to a level I knew was dangerous. It even caused tinnitus to explode in my ears. But was I stopping? Miss said to go in, flirt, take someone into the bathroom, and record myself eating a stranger’s pussy. Here in my vanilla community, “everyone” knew that Herringbone’s was a lesbian bar. Something we talked about at barbecues, suggested as someplace to “check out” when we had a few t...

The silence in the high school library was a heavy, living thing as Sloan slipped through the heavy oak doors during the last class period of the day. A familiar haunt for her scholarly studies, she had not gone for research on another A+ paper. She had heard the whispered rumors about Ms. Gable, the strict disciplinarian with a cold, sophisticated hunger that didn't include men, and a penchant for corporal punishment. Sl...