The first time was with Ginger, and I still feel a little guilty about that. I’m a married woman, but throughout the five years of my marriage I have had to have sex with other women from time to time. I just couldn’t keep my sanity without it. I remember when it happened. Don was … [Read more…]
Finally, you looked up at her imploring. With the softest of nods, she
gave to leave to do for her what she wished Your hands fumbled at the
clasps of her boots; she sat on the bed, and you pulled off one, then
the other. She removes her coat as you unbutton her vest, letting it
fall. You hands could not be kept still as you undid her belt, then
the buttons on her pants, pulling them off as well. She wore only a
pure white shirt and white silk shorts, but her bearing still made it
plain: I command, you serve. Finally, as she stood again, and you did
her shirt, following each stud with a kiss on her chest. Her taste was
indescribable: the perfume of a woman with the musky undertones of
man. Finally, the shirt fell away, and you licked and sucked on her
hard nipples topping her small, perfect breasts. You could feel her
breathing grow deep and ragged, and you smiled with private victory:
yes, I can excite her.
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Swiftly, you are both through the door. A bedroom lay within, spare by the late Victorian standards of the house: a four-poster bed, two chairs, a shuttered window, a washstand and basin, a dresser. She turned and regarded you, her eyes boring into you, stripping your soul bare. With trembling hands, you started to undress, … [Read more…]
She was tall, at least six feet. She was dressed in black, in a
perfect coachman’s uniform. She wore tight pants fit into calf-high
boots, shiny and well-polished. Her vest, cut to give her a tight
V-figure, was closed with a double row of bright silver buttons.
Those, and her white cravat, were the only thing which were not black,
black to the point of absorbing the light around her. Her hands and
fingers were long and delicate as she casually tapped the palm of one
hand with a riding crop. Her features were strong, aristocratic, not
feminine except in their beauty. Her close-cropped hair was nearly
completely concealed by a coachman’s top hat. But her eyes drew you
most of all. Large, intense, as dark as her clothing, they held to the
promise of lust, passion, power and even cruelty
The band struck up a waltz on a slightly off note, shocking you back to
reality. You dimly were aware of your partner taking your hand and
leading you onto the dance floor, and the movement gradually brought
you to earth. Occasionally as the dance progressed, you would glimpse
her dancing with women (and always leading). But after every dance,
she was someplace else, asking someone else to dance; you could never
seem to get near to her. Finally, the impression of her first
appearance faded, and the evening continued.
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Their passions spent, they hugged each other convulsively, their kisses
still eager and hungry, their prowess like sexual athletes as they surrendered
themselves to one another atop the satin coverlet of the eiderdown bed sunk in
the floor of the master bedroom. A sudden release of abundant happiness
welled up in both their breasts as they kissed each other to sleep, Kathy’s
mind filled with the erotic images of the passionate love she’d just shared
with another woman.
Kathy’s fingers tangled themselves in the long strands covering
Stephanie’s head, her hands pulling Stephanie’s face into her, her hips
thrusting her flowing womanhood against Stephanie’s mouth, her knee working
Stephanie’s sopping mound until it exploded in a milky white flood that flowed
across her leg and puddled on the satin comforter. Stephanie’s release
holding her in the throes of Aphrodite, she dug her tongue deep into Kathy’s
overflowing goblet, her lips sucking at the overflow, her tongue capturing the
sweet fluids flowing from the depths of Kathy’s womanhood. Their individual
orgasms were multiple, their collective desires were mutually sated, their
unsolicited early-morning love making set every fiber in their bodies trembling.
Kathy’s body was an instrument to be played on, and Stephanie was the
senior maestro for the orchestra. Kathy’s night was filled with paradise as
Stephanie kissed her way down Kathy’s body, her lips nibbling at warm flesh,
her tongue darting and tasting the womanly sweetness seeping through the pores
of Kathy’s skin. Stephanie’s own lotions began to steam and boil inside her
as she moved her mouth on Kathy’s breasts, her lips sucking in the rigid
minarets of Kathy’s nipples, her tongue plying their firmness, her sucking a vane attempt to free them from the pale pink plains which housed them. She
rubbed her swollen clit against the firmness of Kathy’s knee as she worked her
mouth and tongue over the rich smoothness of Kathy’s stomach, her tongue
playing in the little hole in the center of Kathy’s body, her lips sucking in
the pliable flesh of Kathy’s upper abdomen. She trapped Kathy’s leg against
her pulsing womanhood as her face moved into the musky warmth anxiously
awaiting her between Kathy’s legs.
weight: 40 kg
height: 156 cm
hair color: black
eye color: green
bra cup size: B
tattoos: on both arms
Willow has celebrated her 21st birthday only a few days ago, so
She’s the easy going type, a real rock and roll chick
who loves life, music and friends. Maybe that’s why she got into
modelling as well? Her sexual freedom allows her to enjoy both
sexes, which she does indeed, being a genuine bisexual. See, she
it right, by all means, and she enjoys what she does! Who could
find a better Cutie of the Month?
Kathy’s face flushed as Stephanie moved her slick hands up over her
stomach, her fingers grabbing little tufts of skin and sending waves of
euphoria cascading the length of Kathy’s body. Stephanie’s was a softness
that bespoke another kind of woman altogether, a woman Kathy had never known
Kathy was overwhelmed by affection as Stephanie ran her oiled hands over
the firm mounds of her breasts. Her breathing became erratic as Stephanie
trapped each of her nipples between her fingers, her tugging and pulling on
the rigid teats filling Kathy with a momentary dizziness as she released yet
another cascade of syrupy lotion into the straw covered field between her
legs. Kathy opened her eyes, her stare that of unashamed affection for
Once more Stephanie warmed the aromatic oil in her hands, her palms
dancing along the silky smoothness of Kathy’s exposed calves, her fingers
digging into the supple flesh of Kathy’s thighs, her fingernails repositioned
so as not to poke into the silky flesh her fingers were manipulating. Her
thumbs worked into the crease where Kathy’s legs joined her crotch, their
circular rhythm making Kathy’s hungry cavern yearn for their touch. Careful-
ly, she massaged the expanse of smooth flesh surrounding Kathy’s underbrush, a
finger occasionally trailing into its downy softness and testing the smooth-
ness of Kathy’s pouting, outer lips. She warmed yet another teaspoon of oil
in her palms, her hands massaging the soothing ointment into the thicket
covering Kathy’s womanhood, her ministrations ceasing only when Kathy arched
her hips and tried to capture her fingers within her oozing epicenter.
“Ummmmm!” Stephanie’s low growl interrupted the scene playing itself
out in Kathy’s mind.
“Why don’t you roll over and let me loosen up your front side too.”
Stephanie had sat back on her haunches, her repositioning allowing Kathy
to roll over without kicking her. Kathy complied with her request tranquilly,
her legs parting as she rolled over, her thighs brushing against Stephanie’s
knees as she repositioned herself on the downy softness of the bed. She
opened her eyes and gazed at her image in the mirror embedded in the ceiling.
Kathy saw her breasts as Stephanie was seeing them, flattened mounds
atop her chest, their tips reaching upward in hopes of being tenderly manipu-
lated and satisfied. She saw how her stomach flattened out when she lay on
her back, the bothersome little paunch now hidden down inside her. She
marvelled at the way her hair cascaded atop the pillow, her ears revealed for
anyone who wanted to suck and nibble on them. She gained a new perspective on
her own womanhood as her eyes beheld the straw covered thatch between her
legs, the little coverlet glistening in the dim light with the minuscule
droplets which had seeped into her little forest. For the first time in
years, Kathy felt good with herself. She felt like she was a prize worthy of
Stephanie’s unsolicited conquest.
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Kathy’s pulsing nipples lanced into the satiny smoothness as the
comforter as Stephanie’s hands moved to the tender flesh of her lower back,
another offering of aromatic oil having first been warmed between her palms.
Kathy’s body luxuriated in the sensuous rapture of Stephanie’s hands, her
spine transmitting wonderful signals to her brain every time Stephanie covered
the plain of her backside with her back and forth movements.
Then, Stephanie’s talented workers were administering to the pliable
flesh of Kathy’s shoulders, her fingernails occasionally cresting the collar
bones and searching for the upper slopes of Kathy’s hidden breasts. Kathy
felt the shifting movement atop the eiderdown mattress, the pressure increas-
ing on her shoulders, the first drops of her womanly release ebbing within her
as Stephanie ran her tongue along the outer fold of the crevice marking the
joining of Kathy’s behind cheeks.
“Why don’t you get comfortable on your stomach down there while I get
some soothing oil to relax you with?” Stephanie’s words were an adoring
whisper in Kathy’s ear.
Kathy lowered herself onto the eiderdown mattress, her body burying
itself in the welcoming softness, her flesh alive with the feeling of the
satin bedspread against her, her mind surrendering itself to the reality her
body was living, her thoughts fleetingly touching on how it might feel to have
another woman make love with her.
She had gone too far now, she couldn’t turn back. She didn’t want to
turn back. Stephanie had already filled her with a warmth that had been too
long forgotten in her life. She sighed audibly when Stephanie joined her on
the satin coverlet, her thighs parting in total submission as Stephanie got on
her knees behind her.
Stephanie warmed the aromatic oil in the palms of her hands before
beginning her ministrations at the back of Kathy’s ankles. Her smooth hands
ran up and down the backs of Kathy’s legs, her long slender fingers kneading
the tight muscles trapped beneath the pale white skin. Each hand, five
fingers, rubbed and communed on each of Kathy’s legs until her muscles
loosened to the consistency of warm putty. Kathy’s brain seemed to be
floating out in the ozone as Stephanie’s practiced fingers worked the flesh of
her firm butt, the long fingernails leaving little trails along the flesh, the
sensations coursing through Kathy’s body etched upon her mind for eternity.
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Stephanie’s hands played along Kathy’s sides as Kathy inventoried the
dusty rose hue of the master suite. The king-sized, eiderdown mattress set in
the floor in the center of the room instantly caught her eye. Early morning
sunlight filtered through foggy clerestory windows, illuminating the massive
fireplace on the far wall, it’s hearth an exquisite mural of handmade tiles.
The ebony, satin comforter covering the sunken bed shimmered in the dim glow
of the cafe lights embedded in the ceiling, the reflection of their beams
clearly visible in the mirrored tiles framed into the ceiling over the satiny
Stephanie’s urgings were respectful as she propelled Kathy across the
soft depth of the rose carpet, her hands carefully holding Kathy’s hips as
though they were fragile eggs about to hatch. Reaching the wood inlay on the
step surrounding the sunken bed, Stephanie placed her lips in the nape of Kathy’s neck, her mouth gently sucking at the smooth flesh of Kathy’s
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“My God, Steph!” Kathy’s words exploded from her mouth as she pulled
her face away from Stephanie’s searching tongue.
“I never thought you were…..” her words were stopped by the gentle
pressure of Stephanie’s finger against her lips.
“Shhhhh!” Stephanie’s rejoinder was a bare whisper in the night.
“Let me be the one to help you get what you’ve been without for far too
Kathy’s eyes clouded over like a pair of milk-blue marbles as
Stephanie’s lips once more found hers. Her mind surrendered her body to the
loving embrace. Her tongue returned the prodding advances of Stephanie’s.
She stood on her tiptoes as Stephanie’s hands cupped her firm buttocks,
her nipples brushing against Stephanie’s firm points, her pelvis rubbing
against the downy softness between Stephanie’s legs. Their embrace lasted a
full two minutes, until Stephanie released Kathy from her questing hands and
Lovingly, Stephanie led Kathy back across the porch and through the
double doors to the living room. Kathy felt her womanhood throbbing with
wanton anticipation as Stephanie led her through the French doors on the
opposite side of the living room. Her breath caught in her throat when she
entered the room Stephanie had guided her to.
birthday: 18 February
weight: 50 kg
height: 157 cm
hair color: black
eye color: grey
bra cup size: D
This 19-year-old girlie is the naughty type, that’s for sure!
Leah claims she loves boys and girls alike, the main thing for
her is sex! She had her first erotic encounter at the age of
thirteen, when she practiced kissing with her best friend at
home. Since then, she became a real sex addict, she even tried
out the most wicked things… like double anal! When I asked her
if she would like to repeat that for our studio as well, she just
smiled and winked at me, so horny ass-lovers, there’s a chance
that we might see some extreme shots with Leah soon?! I hope so!
She deserves to be our first Cutie of the Month!
The moon yawned apathetically then disappeared behind a cloud as Kathy
pulled her T-shirt up over her head, her firm breasts bouncing against her
chest as she released them to the cool early morning air. She felt her
nipples harden in the breeze as she worked her shorts, panty hose, and
underpants down over her thighs and calves. Her curly pubes danced in the
breeze as she crossed the porch to the hot tub, her mind exploding with
questions about her unprecedented behavior. Then, her thoughts became
quiescent as she lowered herself into the steaming water, her thigh brushing
against Stephanie’s outstretched hand as she gave herself over to the soothing
warmth of the bubbling liquid. The moon sparkled like a shimmering silver-
dollar in a spotlight as Kathy and Stephanie exchanged reassuring smiles
through the steamy mist floating above their luxurious pool.
They spent the next half hour basking in the hot tub, sipping Brandy,
and talking about the myriad of customers from the bar. Kathy wasn’t con-
sciously aware that Stephanie kept moving closer and closer to her until she
felt the slender, long-nailed fingers gently massaging the taut flesh of her
shoulders. Kathy flinched involuntarily. No woman, nor man for that matter,
had ever touched her as tenderly as Stephanie was touching her now.