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"Clare" - Chapter 2:- “Brenda's Girl”

Clare's unforgettable introduction to lesbian sex with Brenda.

Brenda was smiling at me. It was just the two of us now that David and Sarah had left us. Our time had come. We stepped back into the apartment block, closing the communal front door behind us. As we did so, I felt strange and empty. My boyfriend had just left me to go on holiday with his other girlfriend; my loneliness felt raw. Yet, my body was already thinking of Brenda, lust being a powerful emotion. My desire for her...

My Summer Butch

Donna fantasizes about the lifeguard, but it's a new neighbor that catches her eye

It was Memorial Day weekend, and hot and sunny as it should be by the end of May. Thank God my apartment pool had finally opened for the season. Summer is the season for romance and fantasies, at least when Spring didn't come through. I didn't have a date or girlfriend while my bestie and her family had holiday plans. None of that really mattered. I wanted to swim for the first time in nine long months. My name is Donna,...

The Hyde Contagion

Why are the weirdos always the most fuckable?

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Don’t Fuck with The Knife

Nika starts to settle things with Hans by sucking his cock, then riding him cowgirl…

I was riding Hans’ cock in cowgirl, smiling at him. Reaching up, I put my hands behind my head in a gesture of submission, but I wasn’t doing it for the reason Hans expected… ~~~~~ The hall door closed behind Hans’ friend, Victor Reinhard, who was now my controller, whatever that meant. This was not in the traditional way that a slave is controlled by her master or mistress. Instead, Victor was going to run me as his agen...

The Strangler Fig Pas de Deux

“My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.” Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well.

The whirring fan was a triumph of optimism over effectiveness, not a skerrick of breeze cut through the treacly mugginess shrouding my skin. That humidity, redolent of molasses, mango, and frangipani, continually asked: Always the outsider in this fugging hell of a town? A bead of sweat pursuing its predecessor down my cleavage further dampened my décolletage. Despite wearing less, here, laundry is time-consuming. All of...

Stone Butch

I nibble my way to her ear and whisper, “I need this. I need you.”

Another purple sunrise, I’ve seen too many to count. I used to think that this time of the morning held magic. The way the sun momentarily stays hidden behind the horizon, sending up her rays in a lavender ombre canopy bidding the stars to rest. Like the details of a finished canvas. Now, the brilliance is mostly a reminder of a fast-paced lifestyle that is probably unsustainable. Probably. As the colors filter in through...