Written by women - Page 3

This is a continuation of day 2 of my slut's experience - it is a combination of events, all true (with just a touch of embellishment by her - she will be disciplined for exaggerating) I had Zoe work on day 2 - what happened while I was at work - I will finish day 2

One thing that I have been very aware of for a number of years is that my area of interest is predominantly dominated by males

Valedictorian turns Slut Lisa was a 23 year old college girl, on track to become the valedictorian. She organized the model united nations, she was head of the debate team, she regularly visited church and her parents were public figures and very very proud of her

ver story let alone sex story! Lemme know what you guys think and what I can improve ïŠ spelling and punctuation are not my main priority so they are not perfect, SORRY ïŠ My back arched as he licked my clit once again and I moaned his name, ‘Eddyyyyy’ through bitten lips exciting him more

This is a continues from Part 8 “Remember if you fail; you will be my bitch forever” Those were the parting words from Tex; I was not sure what they meant, but it made me feel uneasy to say the least

Shit shit shit. John stared at me for a minute or two and then decided to go after her. I followed slowly behind him. When we couldn’t find her after ten minutes of searching the whole school, John simply took my hand and headed back towards the gates

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART - 24 DREAM FUCKING My neighbor Tanu (Name changed) is a Punjabi lady, almost of my age, staying next door. She is an unsatisfied lady in sex. Her Husband is a well-built Sardar but he is not able to satisfy his wife fully

Elizabeth was always a quiet wallflower of a girl. She kept to herself all through her high school years, and it carried over to her adult life. She was bright, excelling in school as well as the arts and music

Sometimes my mind tend to travel to crazy places. Very dark sexual places. I used to be afraid. I used to shut them out, but not anymore. I have learned to embrace them. I can only wonder why, my brain would travel to such forbidden places in the first place

I'm not his 'fangirl'. I'm not his 'nurse'. I'm just his friend. His friend who just so happens to be a girl. I am on the greenish-teal, red, and white plaid comforter of his freshly made bed as I wait for his return. From where? From doing the livestream with Cry, of course

She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her

Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable

Introduction Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England

This is my first time writing and I hope you enjoy. Positive criticism would be greatly appreciated, if you want to see more feel free to leave a comment

Phillip rose out of bed to turn his alarm clock off. He kept it on the other side of the room, as he had a habit to hit the snooze button too many times. After hitting the ‘off’ button, Phillip reached up to rub at his eyes