Female and Female - Page 77



Author’s note: This part of series involving fictional former Playboy Playmates. They are all sisters and will each have two stories – the first one will be interracial, the second will be incest. A few of these sisters are introduced in my other story: The Challenge 4



My Partner and I have been dating almost two years and have been talking about spicing things up with another woman. Lets set the scene. I’m 170cm tall, green/brown eyes with short brown hair and reasonably fit



This is my first attempt at writing straight erotica. I have never been in a mentally satisfying straight relationship in my life, so I wouldn’t exactly know or be capable of penning down my emotions and desires I would have felt if I had been with a guy



Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy
Brady Thompson parked his car on the street outside “Bowman’s Rare and Used Books” and walked in. The proprietor, Mr. Bowman, absently read the newspaper as Brady walked through the door. As he approached the counter, Mr



The area of the city that I worked in was a fairly typical corporate hub. The building itself was another glass fronted office block in a forest of glass fronted office blocks. Anonymity through conformity. Inside it, on the many floors, I.T



The sing reads, „You are now leaving the USA.” Some guy with a big gun approached me. He was hiding his face with a mask and wore heavy body armor. Obviously, he’s been one of the guards that make sure the police stays outside the zone. “Why do you want to enter CHOP?” he asked
Working within a cubicle all day drives me insane but I have come to look forward to you popping your head in to give me the latest gossip or asking me if your outfit was a little too much since you don’t want another write up
The Way of the War pt 5 I really hate these last second changes I had boarded the plane thinking I was on the way to occupied France. Now I find my self floating beneath a black silk canopy preparing to land in Germany. It can't get much worse than that..
Fbailey story number 334 Lost In The Wilderness I was dumb enough to sign up for a wilderness survival course one summer. Being a school teacher I get the whole summer off each year and I try to broaden my experiences each year



The Devil's Pact edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 The Devil's Pact Side-Story: April's Cumbath Notes: This takes place during Chapter 43



Our First Night. I’m a nurse and had just got a new job in a new office. Everything was going good, I liked the people and the doctors I worked with, and the work I did. Everything was going great in life



Daughter's Slut Training (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Nine: Brother's Naughty Help By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Mrs. Umayyah Pete's eyes bulged at my words
Hide and Peek Nancy got up the next morning just before dawn to change and go out for her regular run



Chapter 7 It was lunchtime by the time I made it back to camp. Our beach community was taking shape, with a couple of shelters started, including one for the “infirmary”, a fire pit complete with a ring of airplane seats around it, and a couple of piles of salvaged gear