Lesbian - Page 51
This is the story about the submission of a typical white housewife to a submissive black whore
Felicia * * * * Felicia never liked to think about struggles as something that couldn't be overcome in some way-- whether by determination or intelligence, but as a woman, she had learned that not every answer could fit neatly into one of those two categories



The Futa Fairy – Futa Doctor's Hot Wish Chapter One: Dr. Rita's Futa Desire By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 It had been a month since that fateful morning when I learned something impossible. Something amazing



This is a sequel to an earlier story, Reluctant Desires. You may wish to read it before continuing. New Desires Work seems to have taken over my life in the last few years



The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Copyright 2015 Sarai: Madam of the Kennels Note: Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicle 5: Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for beta reading this



AN HONOUR KILLING? It was a summer day, somewhere in the hinterlands of the grain belt. atleast that's what the school children read. the inhabitants knew otherwise. true, it produced grain, lots of it, but it also produced rapes on a huge scale. pooja knew this
My Girlfriend Kay #2 My name is Gus and I live in middle Texas on a 500 ac. ranch with my girlfriend Kay We are I guess naturist we are self sufficient in almost every thing . We still have to go out and pick up things for the ranch gas groceries



I’ve been neglectful. It’s been about 4 months since I last updated this journal. I wish I had remembered to log my process, but my life has been too busy and fulfilling to tear myself away long enough to write
Extreme disappointment was the best way to describe how Carol felt when she learnt on checking in that she had to share a room with another woman - Anne, whom she had never met before



My name is Matt. Her name was Lindsay, she was perfect, medium length brown hair, hazel eyes, and the most wonderful smile I’d ever seen. She was 5’ 4”, lightly tanned, with well toned legs that led all the way up to her beautiful ass
A revised version of my first story. I'd love some feedback. When I was 16 I realized that I was a lesbian, and I quickly met my girlfriend Katey during swimming practice. But that’s a different story



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



Barbie Lez is a famous journalist and world-renowned trend chaser. Not only does she immerse herself in the latest trends, but she writes all about it for the entire world to read. There is no assignment too small, no obstacle too big
I greeted my four best friends and introduced them to my little sister as we got in the cab to head for the party. We all had on matching mini, mini skirts and halter-tops. I had told my friends about my little lesbian lesson with my sister
Kia was sighing as she stalked into the marble bathroom and started towards the mirror that hung over a white counter. Thin fingers slid up her collarbone, up the sides of her face and through her hair as she raked it back