Maybe it was wishful thinking to not check the weather forecast before I headed out. I had been itching to go hiking all winter. At the first sign of spring, I grabbed my backpack and went for a long walk in the Hoosier National Forest. The weather started out beautiful. I could smell the pollen floating from the flowers, hear the wind rustling through the branches. The rocky trail threaded through dense parts of the Indiana forest, difficult enough that I didn't expect to see any others that day. I wasn't worried, though. I was a petite woman but I kept in shape. I had my phone and a hunting knife if either were needed. By midmorning the clouds were converging. I didn't mind the cool air as I stopped by a stream to rest. I watched the clear water washing ... Read More»

My name is Amanda and I would like to tell you about my first sexual experience with another woman, I was much younger and quite inexperienced compared to her, but it was a special time in my life that I will always remember and treasure. Just the previous summer, my body had undergone some incredible changes that I still wasn't sure how to deal with. I went from virtually flat-chested to a C-cup and developed hips, so I had gone from "flat as a board" to hour glass figure. I was secretly delighted with my new womanly body and had taken to wearing tight clothes to show it off. My best friend, Sarah, was terribly jealous from what little I saw of her, she had no curves to speak of and looked as if she would be an A-cup for good. She had always envied my long ... Read More»

Theresa and Kelly had been friends since the third grade. In high school, they both had their share of boyfriends. They told each other their deepest secrets talked about the boys they dated, and how far they went with them. They both lost their virginity in their Junior year, but Theresa knew something was missing. Although she enjoyed being with boys, she didn't enjoy sex with them as it seemed Kelly did. Too naive to realize what she was feeling, Theresa continued dating boys, through school and college, but never had sex after that once in high school. It was during her Sophomore year, in college, that Theresa discovered the truth of her sexuality and experienced her first lesbian sex, and many others. Theresa was apprehensive when she first told Kelly ... Read More»

After months of arrangements Abbi finally arranges a date for a Skype show with Adam but as her laptop has been playing up for the last few days decides to check it before the session begins. The on button is pressed, Skype is opened, the picture comes on screen but then crashes and a few more attempts confirm it simply isn’t going to work. She decides to let Adam know by email what her situation is but tries the Skype once last time, after sending it, just to make sure even with a complete restart of her pc. The web cam for Skype once again fails to open but as she is about to completely shut the pc down again, she notices a reply from Adam which says while he is obviously gutted, that she hasn’t to worry along with information on a friend he knows who lives ... Read More»

Zoey slowed her car to crawl as she checked the house numbers as she slowly rolled down the quiet shaded street. "Let me see now," she muttered under her breath, "115, 121, 127, ahhhhhhh, here we are, 133!" She parked her car in a under the shade of a large oak tree, and after checking to make sure that she had everything in her black attache case she headed up the front walk to the large colonial house that stood proudly amongst the large stand of trees surrounding the property. She checked one last time the name on the order form and rang the bell and waited. A few moments later a pretty red haired pregnant lady of about thirty or so answered the door and invited her inside. "You must be Zoey," she said with a smile while extending ... Read More»

"My god this is a slow night! What the hell is everyone doing?" Constable Lydia Knightley was bored to tears, almost literally, and struggling to keep awake in the worst way. 2am on a twelve-hour night shift was the beginning of the nods, and with no action around, there was nothing but will power keeping her awake. Lucky she was working with the hottest Senior Constable in the station, and she only had to glance sideways in the car to see into Lucy's gaping uniform, letting her gaze linger on Lucy's satin-encased breasts. "Yeah, it should be going off! Hot night, normally gets everyone worked up for trouble," Lucy spoke deliberately, feeling Lydia's eyes on her fantastic breasts as she drove. She thought Lydia was gorgeous, with those big brown eyes, great ... Read More»

Jen took off all her clothes and stepped into the shower. The warm water splashed over her naked body...flowing quickly down her back and shoulders...streaming over her chest and bare breasts...down further over her tummy and running like a river into her trimmed bush...flowing over her ass and between her legs...and finally running down her legs and feet...soaking her in massaging warmth. It was the most peaceful place in the world. No kids...no dirty dishes..no rattling noise in the van...no moody hubby like he had been this morning...nothing but Jen, wet, warm, becoming clean and fresh again. And no computer to tempt her. Tempt her to....what? It had been several days since her last chat with Brenda...another hot, fantasizing, masturbation sex chat ... Read More»

In our matching gowns the five of us were as good as interchangeable. Identities are stripped away and anyone in the crowd sees you as one. I am a bride's maid. I may be friend, cousin, sister, etc. of the bride. It is one of the rare few occasions where several women are willing to submit themselves for a period of time to another woman for appropriate use. Your obligations carry from a few months prior until just after reception introductions. Then you are set free into the masses of the celebration. Such is where I stand. Our first course is served and my clones and I sit picking through the plate before me and chatting uneasily. Some of us have known each other for years, some have only ever spoken via email and brief wedding related meetings. I take ... Read More»

When I found out I was accepted at the University of Michigan in Ann-Arbor, I was so thrilled. Because I had grown up in a really conservative, religious home, I never really got to show my sexy, crazy side. I always did what my parents expected. In high school, I dated guys who never got crazy. Then I met Matt, a hot guy who liked to get crazy, who liked to do wild things, who once asked me of I’d fuck him in his parents’ driveway on the hood of his car as the sun rose. Of course, I said yes. I loved Matt, and I wanted to get him off constantly. After high school, Matt joined the Army and he was deployed to Afghanistan. I didn’t like seeing him go. I knew I would probably get lonely, and I really didn’t want to cheat on him. He was a good guy, plus he was hot ... Read More»

My name is Zoë and I am nineteen, I have three loves, good coffee poured over a vanilla pod, good books and screwing beautiful girls. Oh, while I like my coffee vanilla I want my sex to be anything but. I spend hour's hanging out at the local library and I know many of the librarians well, some very well. About a week ago a new librarian caught my eye. I do not know why. Her hair was a mess; she had no idea on how to use make up and her clothes, well she is fashion's equivalent to the titanic. Given all this I was getting quite wet and the telltale tingle was clearly present. I immediately struck up a conversation and fell in love with her voice. We shared a lot of common interests, books, sex and to my surprise spanking. After our chat, I sat at a table ... Read More»

Ironing! God, I HATE ironing, but the height of the pile of clothes awaiting my attentions had grown to such a level, that I needed to do something about it. So there I stood; unhappily, surrounded by slowly growing piles of neatly laundered pants, t-shirts, dress-shirts and sweaters. The contents of the basket were, thankfully, reducing to the level where I could think about other things. My task had been aided by soft music in the background, and elsewhere in the house the slight noises of your activities. You had kept out of my way because you knew how much I disliked this chore, and how grumpy I became whilst struggling through it. A smile crept across my face as I heard you on the stairs, and then your face appeared around the door. "Almost ... Read More»

We departed from the small pub in a hurry. Both of us were eager to get to the hotel. We pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked at the rear door closest to my room. Megan got out and retrieved her bag of toys and her extra goodies from the trunk. I fumbled with the door key and finally managed to get us into the hotel. We stepped into the elevator and slowly ascended to the third floor. Megan stood close to me, and I could smell her sweet perfume. She shifted her bag to her other shoulder, and pressed the button for the third floor again. I laughed and nodded. "This thing takes forever. I don't know if taking the stairs would have been faster or not," I said, smiling. Megan pressed the button again, and the elevator chimed, finally arriving at the ... Read More»

I saw her in the valet parking area of one of the big new Vegas hotels. It was like a scene out of a movie--this whole crowd of Southern gals, dressed to the nines with billowy dresses and high heels and big floppy hats, saying goodbye to a toothy blonde bride in white lace. I wasn't looking at the bride, though, but at one of the bridesmaids. She was a giant, six feet tall and what was politely called big-boned. Well, being the rangy cowgirl type myself, I always liked a good-sized woman. Anyway, it was a fair description, she wasn't fat and sloppy, she was large and majestic, long, sturdy trunk-legs propped up in high heels to show there was muscle as well as fat there, a broad bustle of beautifully firm rounded ass, statuesque breasts squeezed up and out to ... Read More»

For an older guy in the singles scene it's feast and famine. As guys get older the female to male ratio is terrific but the traditional places to meet women are scarcer. Not that there aren't places to meet women - mainly clubs and meat markets but there aren't a lot of older women there. But, remain hopeful, keep a stiff upper lip and a stiff you-know-what because there are venues. Churches and singles dances are my preferred spots although church women can sometimes be a bit of a drag. I say this having been married once to the daughter of a Southern Baptist minister who could melt an iceberg. Unfortunately that was only for an hour or two a week, the rest of the time she was - you guessed it - the daughter of a Southern Baptist minister - but I digress. ... Read More»

I'm sitting here with my head spinning, completely confused. I need to talk this thing through with someone... I just don't understand my own feelings on this one. I've honestly never felt like this before. It all started last night. Christmas party season -- the joys! I've not been in my new job very long, working in the sales floor of a national magazine (I'm not allowed to say which, but you've probably read it in the hairdressers.') For some unknown reason, they held it in the office. Always a weird one, when there are so many clubs or restaurants we could have gone out to, but that's management for you. The office was packed, from top level management right down to the lowly folk like me, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Partners were ... Read More»