Hannah and Ian had continued to have a very happy female-led relationship. As soon as Hannah moved in with him, Ian had left all the decision-making to Hannah, who happily took over that responsibility. In fact, she loved the control she had over Ian who, whilst being her boss at the office, was happily submissive to her at home. Hannah was thirty-one and Ian a little older. To increase her control over Ian, Hannah would...

"Woooooo!" Sarah screamed again as she drove the van through another intersection. "Oh my @#&%! You were so effing awesome!" Honor smiled at her friend, gesturing at the other cars around them, all with drivers looking with some alarm at the screaming woman behind the wheel. Sarah didn't care. "You kicked so much ass!" Sarah punched the air, hitting the roof of the van and screaming again. Honor laughed this time and join...

Hannah was thirty-one, tall and slim, with long dark hair, normally dressed in a short-sleeved dress showing off her bare arms, and the dress had quite a short hem, and so showed off her bare legs. Everything about her spoke volumes of her beauty. Even with her 32AA cup bra size, she always turned heads wherever she was. She was part of a team dealing with letting flats and houses and today an inspection was being carried...

Tears streamed down Natalie’s face as she sat in her car, feeling like she’d been punched in the gut. When her primary care doctor referred her to a specialist, she figured it was to rule things out. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect the unbearable news she’d been given. The bigger shock was that the oncologist didn’t recommend treatment, instead telling her she needed to enjoy what time she had left. Eight to te...

Those sweet nothings you readily say baby, darling, good girl are keys cloaked in velvet, unlocking desire's door. You slip inside to settle between my parted thighs. All the while, you repeat those sweet nothings. Uttered with abandon, they accompany your thrusts, and I revel in each one like wine. Reverberating long after we've made love, your sweet nothings remain something precious to me.

Lisa, who was twenty, was now living with Jenny, who was forty-three, as girlfriends and lovers. Lisa missed her mum who had died recently and had wanted to meet a woman her mum's age who could guide her. It wasn't that her mum had actually guided her that well when she was alive, but Lisa really did want maternal direction because she knew she could be difficult at times and felt that a sharp word from someone she respec...

You sit at the breakfast table, awkwardly tapping your fingers as Lilith glares at you in the seat opposite yours. Her one red eye stares at the countless bruises left over from your first meeting with Eari the previous day. You stare in kind at the conspicuous sling that one of her arms is in. Simultaneously, you both turn your gazes over to the house's front hallway, where a number of contractors are busy repairing the...

An electric current surges through my whole body as your steely blue eyes pierce right through me. I feel you stare at me with a look of primal animal lust and deep craving. It is a look that is in my own eyes, and a shared feeling deep in my own soul. We can’t wait any longer for what we want. We both hunger for each other’s taste. Soft sighs escape my lips as you press my lithe body firmly to the glass wall looking out...

She looked past the tattered clothes and scruffy face of the man hovering over the trashcan fire. In his eyes, far from vacant, she saw what others had missed — value. Words flowed from crimson lips. “I choose you this Christmas Eve.” He found sustenance in her winter-white bosom while her long nails detangled his hair. She blanketed him with her nakedness and desire. Fleeting embers of warmth became a raging inferno of d...

There is truly nothing that can compare to the indescribable sensation of engaging in deep, slow, and passionate lovemaking. It is an experience that transcends the boundaries of mere physical pleasure, delving into the realm of emotional and spiritual connection. Picture this: you find yourself entangled in the embrace of your lover, your hands instinctively reach out to grip the softness of the sheets beneath you. The r...

Our first date was really more like our twentieth. We had spent so much time together during and after rehearsals and then during the run of the show that it seemed odd to call it our first. Still, dinner and a movie were standard fare, and I made sure to do it right. I had dressed in a nice pair of black slacks that I had picked up at Saks a few months prior but had rarely worn, with a blue button-up shirt, and bought a...