Lipstick Slave
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I tried to close my eyes against the sunlight glaring through my bedroom window, but it was no use. It cut through my eyelids like a laser beam, making me pull the blankets further over my head. Normally, I don’t have a problem with mornings. But then again, normally, I don’t go out and get plastered the night before either. A once every few months thing, I did it to blow off all the stress I managed to pick up. There were two small, tiny items going for that morning though. One, I could...
A knocking on my apartment door woke me up. I looked over at my bedside clock and saw the it was 7:30 AM. This had better be good. I drew myself out of bed, pulled a shirt from my dirty laundry on over my boxers, and stumbled over to the front door. Just before I went for the knob, another round of knocking assaulted my ears. I opened the door, and on the other side stood a girl. College age. Probably maybe two or three years younger than me. I couldn't decide whether she looked...
Lipstick on the mirror: - "Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another," Madonna. I remember when I first watched the "Justify my love" video with my girlfriend Jane. It was 1991. The video seemed to me to revisit the demimonde and it's child the Decadent movement of late nineteenth century France and more specifically the work of Rachilde. The video was obviously ground breaking and opened the door for videos like Lady Gaga's "Alejandro", Marilyn...
"Gwen darling, do you think I'm a lipstick lesbian? Gwen was driving the Maserati, somewhat faster than I would have, down PM-804 to Eivissa. Thanopses was sitting in the front alongside her. I sat behind Thanopses. She had graciously moved her seat forward a bit to give me a little leg room. Gwen's seat was in the forward-most position and Salonari, sitting next to me, wound up with the most leg room of all. The twins were in rear-facing jump seats behind us. The twins and...
Laurie giggled a little as she leaned into the mirror and carefully applied a coat of bright red lipstick. "I'm not just another lipstick lesbian," she had told Aimee at lunch that day. Aimee was that cute little straight girl in Laurie's psych class. And Laurie was not just another lipstick lesbian. She was different. She was ... she was... Laurie couldn't find the word, so she just continued with her makeup, pressing her full lips together to make sure the lipstick was spread across...
I was standing on the table with my only undy worn and being inspected bymy landlady for our night session. The husband was sitting at a king sizedchair infornt of me face to face wearing a red sleeveless chudidar and redlipstick, he was a cd and was a sissy to landlady and she was thecommanding person here. To the right were sitting 3 aunties of middle age-- one was wearing a small, thin n tight white blouse with an almostvisible black bra, n a white saree with dark red lipstick with a...
The Weekend’s Conclusion and a Postscript Friday night had been a revelation. At 8pm I thought I was popping down to the swimming pool for an hour’s much needed exercise. By 1.0am Saturday morning, I’d had that swim, plus three pints of beer, a curry and hot, passionate sex – all of this with a MILF (a genuine first for me, I believe) – one who just happened to be Emily Barrington, by childhood best friend. It’s almost embarrassing, but honestly, it was very natural, I simply fell asleep...
Idly meandering through some posts on a TV Forum recently I found a little gem of a posting from Aardvark on the topic of the shortest TG story. "I like The Anonymous Bastard's version of the shortest TG story ever written: 'He became she.'" Since my PhD research was into 'Short TG stories' I, naturally, spent some time discovering the life and writings of Anonymous Bastard, I hope, perhaps, that other readers may enjoy a brief sojourn whilst I explore the shortest of the short TG...
GLORYHOLEI'd love to be in a booth with a woman while she does her thing to all of those unidentified cocks! I have taken my wife to a local porn theater and made her take off her bra and pantyhose. She was wearing a very short skirt so hiking that up was no problem. I had her unbutton her blouse so the guys in the row we were sitting in could see her tits. They would move close to her and in the beginning she would panic but I held her there and told her to settle down and go with the flow....
Lipstick mark on the glass In light of the moon followed thy shadow. You stood on the terrace with a glass of red wine in hand. A gentle wind otula? your naked torso. The colors of the night I saw the outline of your character. What do you think you want me to say ... I wonder all the time. Noiselessly on tiptoe, I approached you. I nestled the naked back. Your body is wrapped with warm hands. Fingertips when I roam naked body. Soft lips you are giving away a thousand kisses,...
I’m going to tell you a true story, or at least as true as I can remember it. Let’s be honest here and concede that when we’re in the middle of something, we don’t stop to write down the exact detail, we don’t have a voice recorder to capture every aspect of who said what and when. So even in stories like this, we use writing skills and some imagination. As a writer, I’ve always thought that imagination is borne of experience, sometimes it’s our experience, sometimes it’s that of others. This...
This story is an allegory of a real life relationship that developed in my life. It helped me cope with disappointment, and to perhaps be better able to accept the reality that had crashed upon my infatuated fantasy. I cope with the friendship better now, having decided that staying a part of her life is better than nothing, yet there are times when the attraction is still magnetic. I’m sure there are many of you out there who have experienced such a thing and perhaps this will give you a...
"Shit, Avery's back," Scarlet moaned, getting off me. "Avery, this is not what it looks like," she said, putting her hands up."Really, it looks pretty damning, Scarlet. I thought you were my best friend, but now I see you're having sex with this cunt?""Hey, fuck you," I added, getting off the bed with Scarlet. "Don't you dare get pissy at her, and you better be nice to me too. I might be a flawed woman, but you need to respect me and not just jump to conclusions."Avery put her hand up, so she...
LesbianIntroduction: A man discovers how decisions can change your life years later It is funny how random and coincidental life events can be. Or, perhaps things are not as random as they seem, could it be fate at work which leads us to our destiny? Its hard to say for sure, I suppose. Simply because my best friend needed help moving, my life was forever changed. But I would find out years later, it was actually events had taken place years before (when I was still in college) which made that...
- - Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters as under eighteen years of age. Also this story features themes of nonconsensual sex including rape, slavery, incest, and bestiality. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. If you do not like such stories or are one of those individuals that can’t distinguish the difference between fantasy and reality STOP reading now. Also don't fill up the comments section with posts about how sick the...
They each took a side of me, but Avery still didn't appear to be all that enthused, though. Nevertheless, she did help herself to feel my left tit. She didn't speak, but I could tell by her vibrations that she liked it."Go ahead, Avery lick her nipple or kiss her. She's a sweet woman and not just the bitch you've branded her as, remember," Scarlet made clear, before I felt her licking my other nipple."Fine, Scarlet," she groaned, prior to bringing her head towards mine. "I don't hate you,...
Lesbian"Hi, Avery and Scarlet," I groaned, coming to the table."Nice of you to show up, Penelope," Avery whined."I'm sorry for having a life, whiny-ass, just because you two nerds love homework doesn't mean I have to spend every second working on some stupid shit," I bitched, sitting with them and dropping my bag on it too. "So, where are you two now?""I'm working on The Civil War, Avery is working on the Revolutionary War, and you're supposed to work on the Vietnam war, Penelope. We fully know the...
LesbianIt is funny how random and coincidental life events can be. Or, perhaps things are not as random as they seem; could it be fate at work which leads us to our destiny? It's hard to say for sure, I suppose. Simply because my best friend needed help moving, my life was forever changed. But as I would find out years later, events had taken place years before which made that questionably fateful day a reality. I was in my mid 30's (36 to be exact) and had made a very good living for myself. I...
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