Lesbian Sex

The room was dark with a strange red tint as he softly kissed her lips, gently parting them with his tongue. His hands roamed freely over her body and down her back. He squeezed her ass and pulled her pelvis tightly against his. She could feel his hard cock trying to escape his confining jeans and reach out to her. Her heart pounded and her pussy longed to feel him inside of her.

His kisses moved down to her neck. He pulled away and quickly pulled off her shirt. His lips returned instantly,

I had just recently broken up with my boyfriend. I was sitting on my bed in my dorm room talking to my roommate, Robyn. We were discussing him and his shortcomings (I had done the breaking up because he was a jerk) and we got to talking about our sex life. Yes guys, that’s right, us girls talk about this stuff too. I was telling Robyn how Mike, my ex, would never go down on me, even though he expected me to go down on him. Somehow it came out that I had never had a guy go down on me, and

Sandra was following her neighbor Kay’s advice about using the downtown mall as an escape from her straight and narrow life. The thirty-two year old Sandra used shopping to fill her emptiness, and had since her marriage began crumbling two years earlier.

Standing at five foot and nine inches with a tight and firm body made it easy for her to find outfits to spend her rich ex-husband’s precious money from the divorce settlement. Sandra knew she had focused on her ex husbands lack of

Heather’s shift at the coffeehouse was over and all she wanted to do was go home. She had been summoned into the manager’s office and if it was to be fired that would be fine with her. She didn’t make any attempt to fix her hair or otherwise prepare herself for meeting with the tyrant.

Adam was a sad, little man. Almost forty, he had worked all the way up to manager of a single outpost in a ridiculously large chain of coffeehouses. So large, in fact, there was almost one on

“Lissa?” Jill tossed her purse in the corner as she walked into the apartment, her dark hair sticking to her forehead in the sweltering heat. She knew that it always irritated Lissa when she left her purse there, but at the moment, Jill wasn’t all that interested in making Lissa happy. “Where the heck have you been?”

Not that Jill was completely furious with her friend. She’d managed to put up with Lissa’s addiction to J-pop and Lissa had coped with

“Jack so wants you!” Melissa Webber told her friend Jennifer as the pair walked to the Webber house together, after school.

“He does not,” replied Jennifer, laughing.

“Yes he does,” Melissa said, her face splitting into a wide grin. “He wants you baaaaad.” She laughed along with her friend.

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway,” Jennifer said, “because I’m not interested in him.”

“Why not?” Melissa asked.

“Because I don’t go for the jocks. They’re too pigheaded.”

“Whatever,” said Melissa. “I think

Laura didn’t like school. It was tough enough with all the studying and the homework, but, what made it almost unbearable was her mother. Laura loved her mother dearly, but her choice in men left a lot to be desired. It was her mother’s fault that she didn’t have a father. And it was her mother’s fault that they were poor. That Laura didn’t have nice clothes like the other girls.

That she wasn’t able to go to after-school activities. But most of all, it was

CHAPTER 1

Belle was reasonably happy with her life, she worked for a decent living and was fairly successful in her career, lived alone and was in excellent health. Her social life was limited, most of the events that she attended were work related but she vacationed often and had a small circle of friends, mostly people she kept in touch with from high school and college but she was satisfied with her progress in life so far.

She knew that people in her work place speculated a lot about her

Her stiletto boots vibrated with the pulse of the industrial beat. She felt in the middle of something exciting. Around her, people clad in latex, leather, chains, and drag carried on comfortably and casually, as if they were at a friends’ house. Lights swirled. She walked on, exploring the various areas of the club. She and her friend laughed as they pointed out this person, or that, comparing impressions.

Jill had looked forward to this night. It was Ohio, and in a land of beer, football, and

Only weeks after Jim and I had divorced I was settled in my new house and going to work every day with a much better disposition. For most of the past four years the office had only been a place of refuge for me but now I actually looked forward to going to work.

Something else had inspired this new feeling as well….

Even at thirty-six, a woman with a huge 36F-cup set of boobs and a slender figure always attracts attention. In my case most of it unwanted. Both, young guys as well as some