It had been eighteen months since my sister Jess and I had got back together, after the death of our parents and here we were living and working together. Life had been a roller coaster this last year and a half for sure. From estranged siblings, to lovers, to co-workers. It was a heady existence and I never, ever took any of it for granted. I loved Jess with all my heart and she, bless her, felt the same about me.
From the first time she walked into my shop I wanted her. I love femmes, particularly older ones. And I have a definite affinity towards nicely dressed, fit, attractive ones. I know, who doesn't? You don't have to be 50, black and butch for that.
My name is Serena. I'm a single lesbian living in, well, perhaps that's not important. I own and operate a shop I call "Asides".
She awoke, right hand between her legs, middle finger buried deep in her pussy. The wetness coupled with the sensitivity and a kind of empty feeling in her chest told her that she had orgasmed in her sleep again. A tear trickled down her cheek to join the wide stain that already lay on the bed sheets.
Brenda divorced her philandering husband three years ago. She had married him in her early thirties, but after ten years, his constant string of affairs had become too much to bear.
A while back I threw myself a dirty slut party. My guests didn't know they were invited--I really didn't know it would go that far myself until the first dick hit my mouth. But I guess I put myself in harm's way.
I was in the parking lot behind Billys in North Miami at 2 in the morning, leaning on my car waiting for the right group of guys to come out.
Monica woke, a heavy throbbing pain in her head. She smiled to herself as she remembered the sex. Her pussy was pleasantly sore and she could feel the dried up cum caked between her thighs; she smiled and stretched her body. 'God, that sex was incredible,' she thought reaching for her husband. It was with a little disappointment that she discovered his side of the bed was empty.
My husband Rob asked me if it was okay if his younger brother Jon could spend a few days with us. At first I didn't want him to visit but then I changed my mind. Rob and I had been fighting lately. It was the usual stuff. We disagreed over money and some general matters. I also wanted a child and Rob said he didn't want children. I told Rob his brother could come and visit us.
This story is meant to serve entertainment purposes only, it means no direspect towards Muslims or the religion of Islam. I had a crush on a girl, and it just happened that she was Muslim. Hope you enjoy the story.
"Oh my gosh, it's her again," I thought to myself.
"Please stop, no don't" Suzie could hear these words through her thin apartment walls, you would think she should call the police, but she had been there done that. Suzie remembered that day very well, she panicked and called the police after hearing the same pleas through her wall. She had been there when the police kicked in her neighbor's door, there was her neighbor bound and gagged tied to a chair.
"Come on Brian, seriously. What do you want for your birthday?" Rachel pressed. She'd been after him for a hint, some idea of what he wanted or needed. And though his birthday was still several weeks away, there really wasn't anything he could come up with.
Brian and Rachel had known one another for several years. Theirs was a "platonic" though very friendly relationship.
It had been a beautiful day from the outset and I swung by the apartment of some friends, wanting to say hello since I was in the area.
When I got there, Kay answered the door, dressed in a small bikini and a big grin. She greeted me by throwing her arms around me and giving me a hearty kiss.
Now Kay is attractive, but not what some would consider attractive. Facially, she's pretty plain, but her smile and sparkling blue eyes tell a lot about the warmth and passion of this young lady.