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Soft blue eddies around the slow scissor motion of her thighs as she wades toward the sand. The slow rock of her stride reduces the sea to ripples of turquoise honey. Fingers trail ribbons along the surface, nails lightly scoring a lover’s skin. She falters, as if stepping on a shell takes her by surprise. A passing flaw in her selfless poise. She pauses, closes her epicanthic eyes and fingers back wet hair like a waterfall of midnight. Strands catch. She fights the tangle to brush it off her...
Love StoriesThe couple took a seat in the swingers club, their first time together at the sex-fueled night spot, but the Siren had been on the prowl there before looking for fresh meat. They had a few drinks, took in the scenery. Behind the Siren, in full view of her man, another seductress spread her legs wide, no panties underneath her red dress, exposing a shaved pussy begging for attention. The Siren decided to put on her toy, a vibrating insert in her panties, with the controller in the hands of her...
Laura Broderick was named for her mother. Most Americans wouldn’t recognize that because her mother’s name was Lowri. But if you were from Wales or knew any Welsh history, you would recognize that Lowri and Laura were the same name. Names aside, there was no doubt that Lowri and Laura were mother and daughter. Both had the very fair, burns-red-in-the-sun pale skin common of someone with Celtic heritage as well as pale green eyes, and reddish-orange hair. According to her father, Thomas...
LesbianYoga by Anna V. Hedge ([email protected]) Even now I couldn't believe how makeup could transform my face from a simple womanly face to a beautiful one. It had taken some amounts of practice for sure, but even though the makeup routine added an extra 30 min to my morning, it was so worth it. The foundation applied lightly, a touch of eye shadow to enhance my eyes, some eyeliner and mascara to open my eyes, a hint of pencil liner to push my eyebrows to perfection, and a touch of...
Taiohae, a small village located on Nuku Hiva, the largest island in the Marquises (a.k.a. Marquesas) islands, and the archipelago’s capital, was the cruise ship’s last port of call. Like many other tourists onboard the ship, the exotic locales of French Polynesia drew me like a magnet. We had our far more famous predecessors. There was Paul Gauguin, the post-impressionist French painter. He drew inspiration for his art while living in Martinique, a French Caribbean island. Then he moved to...
As a part of the Gamma Films family, Girl Sway (or is it Girl’s Way? I am not entirely sure…I’m going to just go with Girls Way because I like it better) is one of the production company’s most popular sites, and one of the most popular all lesbian porn paysite providers on the web. Gamma Films is also known for its other premium paysites, such as 21st Sextury, Fantasy Massage, and Pure Taboo. GirlsWay.com, however, has attained, arguably, the best reputation when it comes to all lesbian...
Premium Lesbian Porn SitesI’d been eyeing Melanie at work for a few weeks. She was a new employee at our software development firm, a computer programmer, as am I. I’d chatted a little with her, but hadn’t yet worked up the courage to ask her out. I’ve always been very shy. It didn’t help that she is so beautiful. Tall, blond hair, hazel eyes, with a firm, full athlete’s body. And a lovely face and smile.It’s embarrassing to admit, but too much beauty is intimidating. It’s hard to believe someone like that would...
ExhibitionismIt was a mid summer day. My back was hurting a bit from football practice after school. I got home and threw my shirt on the couch and ice on my lower back. A few minutes later I hear the door open and I was a bit surprised but it was my sister in law coming back inside from the backyard porch from sun bathing. I knew she did it often and also knew she did it topless. I was always curious but for once decided to respect her privacy. She asked me what was wrong with my back then offered to do...
Yin/Yang Yoga Classes were designed for the spiritual enrichment of boys and girls between the ages of 17 and 20. Therefore members were recruited from local High Schools and colleges. Parental permission slips were filled out and all legal precautions were taken to assure the only fuck-ups to happen were the ones desired. Yin/Yang Yoga was an obscure branch of Extreme Tantric Yoga which spiritually and physically released sexual forces ( especially in the young ) to help them attain...
Yin/Yang Yoga Classes were designed for the spiritual enrichment of boys and girls between the ages of 17 and 20. Therefore members were recruited from local High Schools and colleges. Parental permission slips were filled out and all legal precautions were taken to assure the only fuck-ups to happen were the ones desired. Yin/Yang Yoga was an obscure branch of Extreme Tantric Yoga which spiritually and physically released sexual forces ( especially in the young ) to help them attain...
Group SexStaccato? Vibrato? There must be another word I can use for my Erato poem, Erato, the muse of love poetry, damn her name, she makes it quite difficult for us mere mortals. I have binned ‘Castrato’ nothing very loving about having your balls cut off for the sake of maintaining a soprano. Time to take a break from me and my little pink book, my fingers still a little chilly, welcome the warmth of a tin cup as I take a drink in an effort to revive my creative senses. I still curse the alarm call...
Warlock Faoril – The Golden Hunger, the Nimborgoth “Is the pussycat eager to be played with?” I purred, stroking Captain Thyrna’s wavy-brown hair. She knelt naked on the floor of her cabin, her dark-brown face staring up at me, eyes flashing with dangerous hunger. A purr rose in her throat, far more feline than any human could produce. Because she wasn’t human. Captain Thyrna was a rakshasa, a race of all-female shapeshifters, deadly, dangerous. They often ruled over primitive tribes,...
My Wife Took Up Yoga After our second child my thirty-five-year-old wife complained that it was much harder for her to loose the weight and get her figure back. I just liked her large milk filled breasts. So anyway she joined a yoga class that met twice a week. That meant that I got stuck babysitting. Even though she expressed her mother’s milk and put it in bottles for me, it was still a pain in the ass to warm it up and get our new daughter to drink it. The bright spot in all...
“God this traffic is brutal,” I though to myself as I sat on the highway not moving anywhere. “I'm going to be late if this doesn’t let up soon.” I was on my way to meet my friend Lindsay and was already late. She is a co-worker that has tried to convince me for months to come to yoga with her. To be fair tho I have always wanted to try it but have never had the time. Between work and setting up my new house, I barely had time to breathe. Today though the contractors were doing a big...
CheatingYin/Yang Yoga Classes were designed for the spiritual enrichment of boys and girls between the ages of 14 and 17. Therefore members were recruited from local High Schools ( roughly grades 9 through 12. ) Parental permission slips were filled out and all legal precautions were taken to assure the only fuck-ups to happen were the ones desired. Yin/Yang Yoga was an obscure branch of Extreme Tantric Yoga which spiritually and physically released sexual forces ( especially in the young ) to help...
Introduction: story featuring Tianna Gregory what the hell, Tianna yelled out as she checked the time on her phone. It was three oclock in an early November as the 5ft6 brunette beauty laid in bed had been about three hours since she threw on her long black t-shirt after a shower and lay down in her big bed. She had been dead tired since the minute she woke up the morning before and was looking forward to some much-needed rest. Unfortunately, her mind had other plans. Tianna shut her eyes and...
I discovered anal sex as a teen when mom bought a playgirl I selected by pulling from a neat fan shaped display. She enjoyed the pictures and showed dad one article. After they began their new lovemaking, mom had us read the story. One erotica story was of a woman in a yoga class introduced to painful anal. They did pussy, then ass. Doggie style and on hands and knees. The woman found a new lover, and a really good new way to enjoy making love! Mom was taking yoga and adapted some of the moves....
I came in to my regular yoga session on a Friday morning at 6am and was expecting to see all the familiar faces, which I did but there was also a new face. A guy ,the only man in the session, had a mat at the back of the room and was sat cross legged. He was wearing some blue shorts and a black wife beater and was quite obviously really tall, lean and muscular. His legs were crossed and his quads were rather impressive, it made me think about how much he could squat and what he could lift. The...
I discovered anal sex as a teen when mom bought a playgirl I selected by pulling from a neat fan shaped display.She enjoyed the pictures and showed dad one article. After they began their new lovemaking, mom had us read the story.One erotica story was of a woman in a yoga class introduced to painful anal. They did pussy, then ass. Doggie style and on hands and knees. The woman found a new lover, and a really good new way to enjoy making love!Mom was taking yoga and adapted some of the...
This is in continuation to the events that I last posted, which took place earlier this summer. After the three yoga sessions in which my wife went out of the house for, also happened to be the ones in which I had no proof of any sexual events other than the men arriving and no younger “yoga” type crown. I had to come up with a plan. As fate had, it and my car had some problems the day before. I thought it might work out, as I could “drop her off” at yoga and pick her up. However, I would...
'Do you see her?' Jeremy peered through the slot in the bolted door. 'Yes, I can.' The woman inside was standing in the centre of the room and staring back at him. Her gaze was fixed on him and she was smiling intently. 'She's been there a week now. Still settling down.' 'Why is she in there?' 'She was in her ward several weeks ago when staff found her with the body of a young man.' Jeremy looked perplexed. 'Was he murdered?' 'Well, at first he didn't appear to be. When...
“Breathe in… Breathe out… Breathe in… Breathe out…” chanting the movement of the breath toward the seven people at your morning yoga class. Ujjayi breathing fills the room with deep ocean sounding breaths awakening the souls of the men and women in the class. All sitting in perfect full-lotus positions. After several years with this group They have learned numerous beginner and moderate positions. A few of them even have the potential in time mastering advance moves if they so what to. Looking...
Group SexAlone finally. The only sounds that grace my ears are the gentle winds of the west blowing down the hills, and through the large pines that guard the cabin from the evening sun. The commercial world is non-existent out here. No TV, no billboards, no skyscrapers, no cars, only one small power line for electricity, and my dependable pickup to get me to the nearest hamlet for supplies. I don’t live up here all the time, but when work, and life overwhelm me, I come to this small piece of Eden. Here...
She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to face me, smiling happily and dribbling the ball on the spot, as I put the car into Park and switched off the engine. “Hey, Leon,” she said, as I got out. She always called me by my first name. “Hi,” I answered, as I shut the car door. “Did’ya have a good day?” she asked. “Yeah, it was good. Productive, too,” I replied. “Well, I’ve been productive, too....
Introduction: A middle-aged man finds out his stepdaughter is more grown-up than he thought It was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door. The weather was still warm, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a pink sleeveless top, and as she jumped gracefully into the air to take a shot, I thought, She moves just like her mother. She put the ball...
The Siren In Greek mythology, the Sirens were three dangerous bird-women, portrayed as seductresses who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island. [Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the gorgeous Celestine in memory of the most wonderful afternoon of pleasure in 2009 [email protected] N.B. My other Yahoo email addresses have been deleted] 1. Business Games Working for large company usually means...
TLDR: Think of mutants from X-Men and Sirens from Borderlands in our world with sex. (I know it's not that good, so any advice or constructive criticism would be nice.) No one knows where exactly they came from. The very first officially recorded Siren appeared in 1968 as she saved a commercial flight from crashing in Oregon. The young woman was from the United States, she had no answers to her kind's origin. Two years later more Sirens started to appear and they were from the United States as...
In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on. I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered that under the covers, she probably still had her silk nightdress...
This story continues on directly from my first story, Sonya’s Siren Song. In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on. I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered...
This story continues on directly from my first story, Sonya’s Siren Song. In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on.I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered that...
TabooIt was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door. The weather was still warm, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a pink sleeveless top, and as she jumped gracefully into the air to take a shot, I thought, She moves just like her mother. She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to...
TabooIt's stupid o'clock in the morning and I'm sitting at the departures gate waiting for my flight to be called. I'm going to Frankfurt to look after some corporate VIP like the good techie I am. I'm so tired I am barely aware of the people around me moving in and out of my sight like they're walking through invisible fog. Then I see her.She's petite, with the slim figure of a woman in her twenties. Dressed standard business attire of airport staff everywhere. Heels, navy pencil skirt, white...
FetishWell, everything would be serene ... except for the cave bear, the sabertooth, and the three mountain lions. Other than that ... gravy. The sabertooth was no threat. They have a distinct prey, the giant armadillo. Sabertooth was genetically predisposed to giant armadillo. When the giant armadillo went extinct so did the sabertooth. Those long teeth were for penetration of the armadillos armor. You could say the sabertooth hunted itself to death ... they didn't adapt to other prey. I'd say,...
It was the first time I ever saw her true self. the first time I ever felt my sexuality really coming to the forefront in her presence. Yes, I had often looked at her thinking I would love to kiss that woman, but I had never knowingly shown her my desire, after all she was married and no doubt straight.Concealing my thoughts I quickly lay the mats out in front of the fire and proceeded to start my warm up routine, Stella alongside of me but her head at my feet. Warmed and stretched out we...
Disclaimer: If you're underage, stop reading. If you're offended by transgender or transsexual ideas, stop reading; and if you're unlikely to enjoy erotic descriptions of sex, stop reading. This story is adult material. Finally, if mermaids aren't your "thing," read this story anyway; it might change your mind. Please read "Changes in Paradise, Parts 1 - 15," if you haven't already, and please take a moment to post a comment to the site on which this story appeared, or send an...
1900UTC: USS Nimitz - Sea of Okhotsk, Extended Sea Duties.The sign on the door read ‘Lieutenant Dawn Delaney’ and it stood out in a sharp contrast to the battleship grey innards of the aircraft carrier’s metal passageways. The air here was stale and cloying under the artificial lighting which illuminated the run of narrow windowless corridor. Seated at the small cluttered desk, the lithe officer rifled through the wad of paperwork unceremoniously dumped in her In-tray before picking out the...
Fantasy & Sci-Fi“Hey, you alright?” Sarah touched Hayley’s shoulder. “Yeah, why?” Hayley responded as she turned her head to catch the backside of a suited young man who'd been walking closer and closer towards them for the past minute. He wasn’t as attractive as she’d hoped, but, he did have a great body. “You’ve been quiet for like two minutes.” “Really?” Sarah still hadn’t really zeroed in on Sarah’s feelings, she had enough to process just on her own. “Yeah, what’s up? I usually couldn’t...
Introduction: Sometimes, its the small things that shape ones destiny. In Hayleys case, that thing was a little alarm that went off one rainy college evening just as she was about to get off while making love to her boyfriend Nathan. Shes now compelled to tell what happened that night to her best friend Sarah. Hayley walked through town with her best friend Sarah. They were on route to an outdoor concert in the park situated in the middle of town. It was a beautiful spring day and she had the...
You arrive at the abandoned office where Poison Ivy is holding Catwoman captive. Catwoman, Selina Kyle, mentioned Ivy was angry with her for letting her plants die. You didn’t think anything of it at the time – plants are plants, sometimes they die. It was a mistake to think that an eco-terrorist like Ivy would simply let go of the incident. And shortly after rescuing you from the collapsed warehouse, Selina disappeared. The tracker you put on her led you here. The front of the tall office...
Sometimes, it's the small things that shape one's destiny. In Hayley's case, that thing was a little alarm that went off one rainy college evening just as she was about to get off while making love to her boyfriend Nathan. She's now compelled to tell what happened that night to her best friend Sarah. * Hayley walked through town with her best friend Sarah. They were on route to an outdoor concert in the park situated in the middle of town. It was a beautiful spring day and she had the whole...
CheatingSeclusionA warm, bright sun on a sublimely calm sea. A light breeze to keep things cool enough. Days like this are rare. Days like this call me to leave my usual surroundings and visit my favorite cove. It’s small and hidden, and hard to get to. It’s nestled between cliffs that make it almost invisible. Perfect. There are a few rocks on which to sunbathe, as well as a beach with the softest sand you can imagine. There’s a tide pool too, full of small creatures.It was on this perfect day in a...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThanks to darkniciad for helpful editing. Michael passed through the kitchen, dropping the order of service on the table without much thought. In the bedroom he took off the black wool suit and hung it in the closet. What a useless gesture. He would never wear it again. The phone rang. It was his daughter, Emma. ‘I’m fine,’ he told her. ‘I’m just going to take a nap.’ He dreamed he sailed his mirror dinghy out to sea. This made no sense at all, but dreams don’t make any sense. When was the...
Minidevilette© 2012 “I’m having a quiet affair at work.” Grant said. “I’ll bet you are,” I answered sarcastically. “Behave,” he admonished. “I’d like you to play hostess for me.” It had been five days since he had demonstrated to me just how ineffectual my defiance was in the face of his determination and I had relived that afternoon over and over in my mind as I waited to be with him again. “Nothing major, just a small business thing at the office on Thursday evening. Few drinks and a...
Minidevilette© 2012 It was supposed to be one of ‘our’ days. Plans had been made, a rendezvous arranged, the countdown of hours dragging by until the appointed time. As I was dressing to be undressed he had called. Something had come up, an important last minute thing with colleagues. A business lunch. Cases hung in the balance and it couldn’t be put off. We’d have to reschedule. I honestly thought I’d be physically ill from anticipation if I had to wait another day to finally crawl under...
It was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door. The weather was still warm, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a pink sleeveless top, and as she jumped gracefully into the air to take a shot, I thought, She moves just like her mother. She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to...
Minidevilette© 2012 “I’m having a quiet affair at work.” Grant said. “I’ll bet you are,” I answered sarcastically. “Behave,” he admonished. “I’d like you to play hostess for me.” It had been five days since he had demonstrated to me just how ineffectual my defiance was in the face of his determination and I had relived that afternoon over and over in my mind as I waited to be with him again. “Nothing major, just a small business thing at the office on Thursday evening. Few drinks and a lot...
ReluctanceMinidevilette© 2012 It was supposed to be one of ‘our’ days. Plans had been made, a rendezvous arranged, the countdown of hours dragging by until the appointed time. As I was dressing to be undressed he had called. Something had come up, an important last minute thing with colleagues. A business lunch. Cases hung in the balance and it couldn’t be put off. We’d have to reschedule. I honestly thought I’d be physically ill from anticipation if I had to wait another day to finally crawl under his...
ReluctanceThis is chapter 3 of St. Clair, though it is actually the fourth installment. It is in Lesbian because that is where the story started with “Soldier Girl.” I strongly recommend reading the other three first. I am working on next installment and plan on having it out in couple weeks. Readers of this series have been incredibly patient and I appreciate it. These are much harder to write than my usual fare. The subject matter of this story is decidedly dark and very heavy, even by my standards:...
"OK, an important notice to anyone listening. We're striking out; searching for supplies or anyone we can meet. If anyone is in the region, we'll be in Harrisonburg, Virginia tomorrow morning, and we'll try to be in Charlottesville the next day. If you can pick up this broadcast and are close by, we'd be glad to meet you. Just be careful how you approach us, as we're likely to be a bit gun-shy. We've survived a lot of craziness before the big die-off, so don't startle us. We'll try...
Wednesday, July 21, 1971 Kalani was propped up on one elbow as she lightly ran her fingertips across my chest. Of all the ways to wake up, this was one of my favorites. I could really feel her love, and I just wanted to lie there and bask in its warm glow. “Good morning, your majesty” I smiled as I greeted her. “Good morning, my prince,” she replied. “I shall miss having you by my side today.” “Truthfully, neither you nor Mikeya need me there. And there is so much I can do in other ways...
Hi. my name is Vivek. This story is about my sexual encounters with Sandy. Please read the previous parts to enjoy the story. This part of the story is about the three days we spent together indoors at Sandy’s house. It had been about a week since I had met Sandy. She had been busy with a few guests at home and some errands. I knew my distance, and I maintained it very well. This means absolute distance. There wasn’t even an exchange of texts between us. It was a Sunday evening. I was...
When it ended my world shattered. I lay awake at night thinking of her.. Always of her.. With only our first dildo to comfort me. Each night i probe at my lonely cunt wishing she were hear fucking me, her hand guiding the dildo into my pussy... I close my eyes and fuck myself in the exact rhythm Siren normally used on me... If i close my eyes hard enough i can almost feel her breath on my hot wet core... When i open them to see if shes there, my heart aches and I fuck myself harder trying...
In light of comments for Chapter 1, I put the next two chapters together. Having said that, they may still need to be bulked up a bit. These chapters were meant to set up characters and the plot, and thus aren’t meant to be erotic themselves. Chapters four and five should take care of that. Chapter Two September 1717, the Caribbean, It had seemed almost too easy. Despite having the apparent disadvantages of a bulkier ship and several leagues of distance between them, His Majesty’s Ship...
I knew it would hurt her and i did care its just that my lust for Rickys sex was to deep... When it was just the two of us things would get crazy. I would lose my power and he would gain it.... It was always rough and i would always put up a fight first, but that was the fun of it all.. Making me submit sexually was such a turn on for the both of us.. The secrets presisted through the rest of my freshman year and over to my sophmore year... Spring break came along and Rickys parents were...
Your first few days at State College felt lonely. One roommate was always away hanging at his older brother's fraternity. The other was already back at home, unable to be apart from his old high school girlfriend. But you came upon an intriguing poster at your entry way. The Sultry Sirens, State College's only all-girls choir, was looking for male soloists for their fall tour. The poster included details about the auditions, but your eyes were drawn to photos of the choir members. They looked...
InterracialThanks for the amazing response to my previous stories. A special thanks to the ladies with whom I got closer because of the stories. on MILF and her daughter got a lot of attention and was the Editor’s choice of the week. Several people reached out to me after the story was published, and one of the sexy sirens was Harshita. This story is about her and her sexier sister Ahana! For those reading my story for the first time, I am a 35 year, six-foot-tall, and moderately built married man from...
Hayley walked through town with her best friend Sarah. They were on route to an outdoor concert in the park situated in the middle of town. It was a beautiful spring day and she had the whole weekend off to wander and do as she pleased. The warm pollinated air fell in invisible folds around her body. She wore a soft spring dress with no bra for comfort. As she walked down the peopled sidewalk she completely lost herself in the passing bodies. It was as if every young man with a little spirit in...