The flickering light of scented candles cast dancing shadows across the small dorm room. Amie sat cross-legged on her bed, nervously twirling a strand of her mousy brown hair around her finger. Across from her, perched on the edge of the desk, was Amanda, her roommate and best friend since freshman orientation. Amanda exuded confidence, from her perfectly styled blonde hair to her mischievous green eyes that seemed to hol...

As Geneen told her version of the first time she and Paula got together, we continued to wash each other under the pulsating spray of the shower. Geneen paid special attention to Paula as she described their caresses, duplicating them in real life as she told of that day. We moved around in the shower, and we were soon clean and more than a little aroused by Geneen’s words. I reached out and turned off the water, and grab...

Geneen, Paula and I went from the bedroom into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The massage setting on the showerhead seemed to be the best choice as we moved beneath the water. The rhythm of the pulsing stream felt so sensual on our already sensitized bodies – the afterglow of our recent sexual calisthenics was with us still. I adjusted the temperature of the water so that it was warm enough to feel good for all o...

There is no name for a woman like me. Most people would prefer to keep me chained in their fantasies than admit there might be a real chance of meeting me in the street one day. Life has been good to me. I have it all - looks, money, university accolades, a great job, a top range sports car, and several penthouse apartments around the world. Some might say I'm a great catch, but those who know me would be more inclined to...

My heart pounds as I take the steps three at a time. I don’t know where I’m going except up. Out. I don’t stop running until I reach the heavy metal door at the top of the staircase and push past it. My chest is heaving, my pulse racing a mile a minute. The door shuts behind me with a loud clunk, and a sinking feeling melts through me. I try the door handle. Fuck. Fuck. Panic surges through me, and then disappears as an o...

At first glance of the room, anyone walking by the apartment window looking in would’ve thought it was cleaning day. There were a couple of small piles of clothes thrown on the floor and multiple cushions pulled off the couch. But looking further in, that glance would have also revealed two naked women entwined tightly on the ground, breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. Colette, lying on one of the cushions, has a...

I step out of the shower just as my phone vibrates on the counter. I reach for it, dripping water on the fogged up screen as I slide my finger from one side to the other to unlock it. A smile breaks out across my face as I read her text. Elana: Just landed. Should be home in about a half hour. Butterflies erupt inside my belly. She’s only been gone a week, but my God, I’ve missed her so much! I almost feel ridiculous, bei...

Her hair looked like spun gold, and her eyes were filled with pain and joy. When she smiled at you, it was like the two of you shared a secret. Every movement she made was elegant and deliberate; even the way her wrist arched as she took up a pen was beautiful. I couldn't help but watch her. She was like a beautiful, vivid rainbow that I couldn't take my eyes away from. I knew I shouldn't. I knew it wasn't right of me to...

Just as Claire had said in her phone text to me, the room key was waiting for me at the front desk of the Hilton. I took the elevator to the eighth floor, a twenty-something blonde woman wearing a robe rode with me but got off on the pool level. I wondered if she could pick up the scent of my pussy. I was that turned on in anticipation of spending a night with Claire, the hot teen girl I had fucked in a restaurant washroo...

Katherine stared at her phone and clutched her luggage. She knew she shouldn't be looking down when she was supposed to be finding her ride in a new place. But she was too anxious not to text her friend and ensure she was coming for the fiftieth time. To anyone who just happened to look at her that morning, they would be taken aback. She wore a conservative, knee-length outfit with extremely heavy makeup and huge eye bags...

I sighed again. The initiation continued. I was desperate to rub myself to climax, as the wooden dildos worked inside me, the one only partly inside, revolving around the other, fully in me, stretching my cunnie in a circular motion. “This is torture,” I groaned. Looking to Chrissie. I pleaded, “rub me off Chrissie - please.” “Sorry teen slut,” she replied, “we have to torture you, it’s your initiation. “Each girl has it...

“I wish I were going with you,” I complained, while I watched Dara put on her makeup for an afternoon shift at the Angel Room club. I was lying on the couch of her apartment, wrapped in a knitted blanket, trying to preserve the warmth she had left behind in the cushions for a few minutes longer. The TV was dark, the obscure rom-com she’d shared with me this morning long finished. “Can you imagine?” Dara giggled, pausing h...