F/f Stories

I stared at Ivy in disbelief, my eyes still adjusting to the sudden light after she removed my blindfold. Perhaps the back-to-back orgasms and the relentless onslaught from the vibrator had made me delirious. Maybe Ivy was just a figment of my imagination. I shook my head and blinked. Nope, she was still there, and my cheeks flushed at the indignity of being caught like this. “You did all this yourself?” Ivy’s voice was l...

Wednesday morning, just as classes broke for mid-morning pause, Daphne Matthews grabbed Sally's arm as she exited the room. "Come with me to the teachers’ library, Girl, we have your penalty from yesterday to discuss." The interruption of the teachers' gossiping time was patently unwelcome, as evidenced by the initial comments exchanged by Daphne's colleagues as she pushed Sally through the door and towards an empty spot...

Joanne was seventeen, a good-looking girl with long red hair, not really obese or fat, just a little bit plump, several pounds overweight, but with a glorious soft full round bottom. She had come to stay with her granny for two weeks during the school summer vacation. As usual, she wore a tight vest top and shorts, which always felt comfortable in, and enjoyed the looks she got. Granny's cottage in the country was quite i...

It's funny how quickly priorities can change in life. I was planning my wedding just a few months back, preparing to start a new chapter in my life, and now I had to start all over. The difference this time was I didn't have the support around me to rely on. My family were strict, conservative Christians, and I had been raised to be as perfect as I could be in their eyes. I had been pressured to succeed, whether in beauty...

Anna held up her phone so I could see the video playing. There on the screen, in a crystal-clear image and amazing audio quality was footage of Ash and his cellmate fucking both my holes while I was on my hands and knees. I dared to look past the screen Anna shoved in my face to see a grin on her face, she knew full well that she had the upper hand here. "You should keep watching, it's a great watch. There's even this par...

Post-coffee-break lessons the following day began with embroidery. Simone thought of it as an old maid’s pastime and was not expecting to enjoy it. However, she quickly appreciated the skill and artistry involved; so much so that she swore loudly when, towards the end of the lesson, she accidentally stabbed her finger with the sharp needle and got a small blood stain on her design. The teacher, Miss Baker, glared at her....