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Ivanova’s eyes lit up when the door to her apartment opened. It was 11pm. She knew that only Mira Destovsky had a key and she hoped this meant that she was about to feel the kiss of the whip or the cane that hung on a hook behind her bedroom door. Mira came into the large, sparsely furnished lounge and shrugged off her long, black leather coat. Beneath it she wore tight, also black leather trousers and a black silk shirt. They spoke as always in Russian when alone. “Pour me a drink.” Ivanova...
LesbianGeography, true to form, was mind-numbingly dull. Hopefully, Miss Henderson'll find some way of making it interesting. As it was, all I could do was watch the clock above the door, waiting for the period to end. Finally, the bell rang, announcing the end of my week in the program. Brian and I headed to the lock-boxes and got my clothes. As I was getting dressed, Mr. Phillips walked over. "I'm glad to see you made it," he said. "I wasn't so sure you would." "Thanks for your vote of...
‘Take Joanna to my room, Ivanova – I will probably join you later.’ Ivanova stood and offered me her hand. I took it and stood and followed her as she led the way through a large pair of oak doors to a subtly lit corridor. The carpet was thick and I followed Ivanova’s delicious body, her hips swaying beneath the red silk. About half way along the corridor she opened a black, leather covered door and led me into a large room furnished with sumptuous carpet, large deep chairs and a sideboard...
Mira rubbed her neck as she sat at her computer desk in her bedroom and contemplated another lonely weekend. A neighbor had invited her to come over and watch PEARL HARBOR with her while her husband was working that night, but Mira wasn't in the mood for popcorn with Jenny, her neighbor.Mira absently minded signed in on her AOL account and listened for the "You've Got Mail" notice. Opening her mail she quickly discarded the obvious spam, read the two short emails from her brother and her niece,...
I do not know what time it was that Irina brought us tea and coffee. I only know that within a few moments of her doing so, Ivanova arrived with Mira’s phone.'There is a call for you. It is, apparently, urgent.’ Sitting up and still in that beautiful nightgown, Mira took the phone from Ivanova and spoke. Her breasts were not concealed by the gown, they showed, white against the black and her dark nipples showed brown against them. Ivanova sat in a chair at the end of the bed and looked at me,...
Lesbian‘Take Joanna to my room, Ivanova – I will probably join you later.’ Ivanova stood and offered me her hand. I took it and stood and followed her as she led the way through a large pair of oak doors to a subtly lit corridor. The carpet was thick and I followed Ivanova’s delicious body, her hips swaying beneath the red silk. About half way along the corridor she opened a black, leather covered door and led me into a large room furnished with sumptuous carpet, large deep chairs and a sideboard...
LesbianAt lunch, I was sitting with Lisa, Annie, and Brian when Amy came over. "Do you mind if I join you guys?" No one had a problem with it. "Why don't we make this a permanent thing," Lisa asked. "You can sit with us any time you like." "Really," Amy asked, her eyes lighting up. "Sure," I said. "Why not?" "Thanks. Oh. I heard there was a problem in Mr. Fraser's class last period," she said. "You're in that class. Right? What happened?" "Oh," Annie said. "Not much. He...
Irina selected clothes for me, presumably to Mira’s instructions. She rolled nearly black stockings up my legs and clipped them to a suspender belt of black silk. She held a long, crimson silk evening dress for me – I had never seen it before. It had a slit up the side that revealed my stocking tops and the bodice was almost transparent so that my nipples showed through the fabric barely but noticeably. The straps of the dress were like cotton thread, and the back dipped to just above my arse....
LesbianMira Destovsky was sitting at her desk when I entered the office, ushered in by her tall, svelte, Russian secretary, Ivanova. She was all business, looking at her watch to confirm I was on time. I could only see her top half and she looked as gorgeous as I remembered her although her hair was drawn severely back. Her pale blue silk blouse was buttoned to the neck and she wore a man’s tie, loosely knotted and dark blue. Her jewellery was silver, ear rings and a bracelet on her right wrist, a...
LesbianMy sex was my computer; my lust was girls, well not the real ones. I was too afraid of them.I watched a lot of porn, and it all changed for me when I saw Rocco. He was the one that never gave a damn what the woman thought, just went with the instinct. I always had respect for the caliber of man that ones roamed the earth and took what he needed no remorse ,no pausing, just that smooth flow of sexual energy, not like the modern metro crap guy.I changed one day, well she did, changed me…it was...
Thursday Waking up Thursday morning was weird. There was a hand wrapped around my erect penis. The erect penis didn't bother me. That was usual first thing in the morning. The hand, however, now, that was interesting. It took me about five seconds to remember where I was. I shot up out of bed as the events of Wednesday night came back in a rush. I'd almost been raped. Aunt Susan had invited Renee and her friends to a 'rape Mira' party. If it hadn't been for Lisa and her dad, I...
Mira stopped at a tiny spring and washed her face. She filled her empty water bottle and drank from the other, partly full one. By the time she needed to use the bottle she had filled, the water would be sterile. Rising, she shifted her pack and strode off through the scrub, headed for a ridge of confused rocks not too far away. She had been marching since early morning when a high-lifter had set her down well away from the village that was her target. Her long legs had made short work of...
Saturday I woke to the smell of eggs and bacon. Malcolm was cooking breakfast. Sheila, on the other hand, was stroking my body, caressing my breasts as she kissed my neck and shoulders. "Good morning, sweetie," she said. "Malcolm's making breakfast. What do you say to a shower before we eat?" I thought it sounded very good. Saying so, we went to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. We washed each other. There was nothing sexual about this shower. We were merely getting cleaned...
I woke up alone. I think it had been the clattering of a helicopter that had disturbed me. The sun was filtering through the drawn curtains of my suite and I lay between silk sheets and remembered the previous evening. My hand moved without my consciously directing it to my pussy where, as my legs spread, I stroked myself languidly. Mira’s smell was all around me and there were still damp patches on the sheets as evidence of our lovemaking. I lifted my knees and my finger slid into me, stroking...
LesbianFriday It's a hell of a way to wake up. The sudden falling feeling as you do just that; fall. I'd rolled over and right off the edge of the upper bunk. The resounding thump as I hit the floor woke Lisa. She just blinked and looked at me. There was a sudden knock at the door. "Are you two alright," Ruth asked through the door. "Yeah," I replied, my face flushing with embarrassment. "I just found the edge of the bunk the hard way." "Well," Ruth said, "as long as you're okay....
Wednesday I woke to the alarm. At least, I was in my own bed this morning. I showered, dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. I had about thirty minutes before I had to leave so I planned on having toast, cereal, and a banana. I was seated at the table and about to take a bite of toast when I got slapped on the back of my head. "What did I tell you last night," my aunt demanded. I was drawing a blank. There had been a lot of things that were said last night. "What are you doing...
‘Is that your natural hair colour?’ The launch of the super yacht ‘Mira’ was a major event. I was there because I do the interior design section of my regional newspaper and my colleague, Luke, was there because he covers local industry. The yacht had been built in a local yard and the gala press day was designed to show it off. We’d been invited aboard for a sumptuous champagne lunch, followed by a short cruise with a dinner later. We had each been allocated our own cabin and had been asked to...
LesbianMonday When I woke on Monday, I had a bad feeling. I knew it was my aunt's odd behavior. She was humming when I went down for breakfast. What was odd, though, was her attire. It was a professional women's business suit. She usually dresses nicely, but this was something else. Breakfast was the normal cereal, toast, and orange juice. I had no interest in pursuing a conversation so I quickly ate and went to get ready for school. For a change, my aunt didn't molest me during or after my...
Tuesday Morning I woke up to the noise of my alarm. It was six o'clock. I had my breakfast, then went to get my shower. I'd just finished washing my hair when I heard the bathroom door open. "Good morning, Aunt Susan," I said. I heard the tinkle as she relieved herself. She then wiped herself and flushed the toilet. The door didn't open, so I knew that she was still sitting there, waiting for me. Sighing heavily, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Sure enough, she...
Tuesday I woke to the sound of singing. That was odd. Usually, my aunt was yelling at me about one thing or another. Opening my eyes was kind of difficult. My eyes were crusted over with dried tears. Finally working them open, I saw Lisa pulling up a pair of underwear. The towel around her head told me she'd just gotten out of the shower. Seeing me looking at her, she smiled. "Good morning, sleepy head. If you want a shower before we go to school, you'd better hurry up." Jumping...
Hi, everyone. This is my first story for Fictionmania following a long hiatus, and there must have been a lot of creative energy building up inside me over that time, because it's about four times as long as any of my previous TG fiction. I think I was also inspired by ambitious, talented authors like The Professor, Julia Manchester and Danielle J, whose work has done so much to raise TG fiction to a new level of sophistication and inventiveness. They gave me a lofty goal to...
Sunday I woke to a bouncing sensation. Opening my eyes, I was treated to the sight of Lisa, completely naked, bouncing up and down on my dick. As with most mornings, I was rock hard. 'Morning stiffness', I've heard it called. "Oh, yes." Lisa whispered. Apparently she hadn't notice that I'd woken up. "Oh, yes," she whispered. "Oh, yes. Oh, fuck me, Mira." I reached up and grasped her boobs. They weren't overly large, but they were very pretty and soft. "Mira," she...
CHANGE HERE FOR MARILYN MONROE By Charlotte Dickles I guess that in the light of the events over the next couple of days, those few words of the announcement at Dorton Station might have been declared apocalyptic. 'Change here for Marilyn Monroe...' the announcement said, and the end of the announcement was virtually inaudible, as most people on the train stood up and started yelling to their travelling companions to get off the train quickly, before it pulled out of the...
Ivanova’s eyes lit up when the door to her apartment opened. It was 11pm. She knew that only Mira Destovsky had a key and she hoped this meant that she was about to feel the kiss of the whip or the cane that hung on a hook behind her bedroom door. Mira came into the large, sparsely furnished lounge and shrugged off her long, black leather coat. Beneath it she wore tight, also black leather trousers and a black silk shirt. They spoke as always in Russian when alone. “Pour me a drink.” Ivanova...
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------By mirax86@xhamster. Based on real events.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The knock on the front door startled me. As I slipped out of the bed, my phone buzzed. A message from Harini. “I have sent him to check on you”. I checked the time. 11:48 PM. Was that Ram...
The trip to the restroom was uneventful. Because the period wasn't over, the restroom was empty. Brian was interested in watching me pee. Weird, but what the hell? You don't see too many women peeing in the urinal. After our side-trip, we went directly to Andie's office. "Oh, Mira," she said. "I'm so sorry. I never thought you would be selected so fast. Most new kids have one to two months before they are called." "It's okay," I said. "My aunt signed me up for it." "Your...
Howard Philkins had one really good thing that happened to him in his life, and it was so good that he almost didn’t believe it was happening. He wasn’t used to good things happening to him, and his natural impulse was to distrust the amazing thing when it occurred. It happened when he was retired from his job as a toll collector on the New Jersey turnpike. Actually, he was out on permanent disability, because his eyes went bad. After 40 years of collecting tolls, he could no longer make...
Act Two Scene One As the curtain opened, the music started -- Audrey and I started this scene with the Johnny/Norma verse of ‘Why?’ I was aware that the audience would give an appreciative applause at first sight of the traditional buxom, eye-dropping, gorgeous creature known to me as Audrey but to those 800, she was Marilyn Monroe. Maurice was told about my expectations as he just kept vamping, as the wolf whistles and applause happened. I sang my verse, and as the vamp started up for her,...
Melanie Monroe was born in Florida on September 14th, 1976. She spent her young adult life working various retail gigs until, in 2009, at the age of thirty-two, Mel was faced with a difficult breakup.From Break-Up to Great FuckMel was living in Miami, Florida, at the time of the breakup, which isn't a bad city to be single in. While recovering and repairing her heart, Mel ran into and became friends with Adriana DeVille.Adriana DeVille worked for both Reality Kings and Bang Bros at the time....
Twitter Porn AccountsKiss Me I'm Irish Belladonna Vin reconciled the numbers on the ledger in front of him before he closed the book. The day in and day out grind of managing the Pub was taking its toll on him as he rubbed his forehead. The beaten down look on Vin's face was not lost on any of his employees that crossed his path, least all of his girlfriend Monica. She had dated him since before he bought the bar from her father and began to update its image to meet the ever changing neighborhood...
Mira Destovsky was sitting at her desk when I entered the office, ushered in by her tall, svelte, Russian secretary, Ivanova. She was all business, looking at her watch to confirm I was on time. I could only see her top half and she looked as gorgeous as I remembered her although her hair was drawn severely back. Her pale blue silk blouse was buttoned to the neck and she wore a man’s tie, loosely knotted and dark blue. Her jewellery was silver, ear rings and a bracelet on her right wrist, a...
I do not know what time it was that Irina brought us tea and coffee. I only know that within a few moments of her doing so, Ivanova arrived with Mira’s phone. ‘There is a call for you. It is, apparently, urgent.’ Sitting up and still in that beautiful nightgown, Mira took the phone from Ivanova and spoke. Her breasts were not concealed by the gown, they showed, white against the black and her dark nipples showed brown against them. Ivanova sat in a chair at the end of the bed and looked at me,...
I give a very firm knock on the large metal door, anything less the general would consider weak. "Enter!" As I step into the office I can't help but feel intimated. It's completely bare, everything is grey concrete aside from a large ornate wooden desk at which the general sits, her sword at her side. Her eyes are as cold and blue as the Briggs mountain sky. I take only the briefest second to marvel at her beauty, no matter how many times I see her I can't help but take that second, I know it's...
Mallory felt naked as she stepped into the night. Like a frightened child, she peered from her shadowed doorway, searching for any sign of someone coming her way. Seeing no one, and with a churning mix of relief and trepidation, she forced herself to begin the long walk toward the complex gate.The night was quiet on this side of the wall. Mallory’s senses were tuned for any sign of movement. By the time she was half-way to her goal, she’d heard nothing but the sound of her own heels on the hard...
MoneyBefore we get to the story, I just want to thank everyone for the warm welcome I've recieved as I post my backlog. I'm glad everyone has been enjoying the stories. As for this one, clearly it's not quite seasonally appropriate, but I didn't feel like waiting a whole year to post it at the appropriate time. "Come on, can't we go double or nothing on the next game?" Aaron pleaded. "A bet's a bet, buddy, and the agreement was that whoever lost would have to work the St. Paddy's...
The day was busy as always as Shannon stood behind the reception of the Movie Heights Grand Hotel. It was getting late in the afternoon as a taxi pulled up in front of the reception and a man climbed out of it. Nothing special but the receptionist found herself unable to look away for long. He had red hair and a red beard and when he stepped into the hotel foyer, she noticed him wearing a perfectly tailored deep-green suit. “How can I help you, Sir?” she asked and smiled as he stepped up to the...
Mind ControlTiernan was black Irish, rough black Irish. When he was growing up his family had a mobile home and they were forced to move from time to time when their presence was deemed unsavoury in an area. Naturally, the kids he encountered, especially the boys, were tough and fist fights were a regular occurrence. The fights were often encouraged by the fathers who enjoyed betting on the outcomes. In this environment, the rod was never spared and kids regularly had their backsides whipped. Kiernan and...
Gay MaleOK, my girlfriend dumped me and I wasn't going to sit home another weekend with no fun. It's a long time since I've gone to a bar by myself but I coulnd't find anyone wanted to go out so I decided to take a chance. I heard of a lesbian bar not too far away and decided to go. I don't really have any party type clothes but I figured a denim skirt and a short sleeved black silk top would be appropriate.When I got to the bar it was a lot busier than I thought it would be, pretty noisey with...
This story involves Domination, BDSM, face sitting, lesbians, group, etc enjoy!This little story is about me meeting a girl named Madison; she’s 19 years old. She moved to Ireland with her mother and step sister Brittany, they were from America and came here since their mother had some love problems and needed work. Madison is bisexual and single, Brittany was also bisexual but is in a lesbian relationship with her best friend Abby, and they practically lived together.She moved into my town and...
I was in a foul mood.I wasn’t dressed for running errands. In my opinion youdon’t run errands in black nylons, a long, black, stretchyskirt and an oversized white tunic shirt knotted at hiplevel. It helped that I wore white tennis shoes, but I stillfelt overdressed. I also hate skirts, not to mention nylons.This pair’s suspender-style; technically, crotchless. Andthey’re about a size too small. I’m full figured so thiscauses my legs to bulge over the top edge slightly. It was adetail that...
Some time had passed since we last sat down together and worked on this; Audrey used the ‘Let’s separate to see what we can think of away from each other’s premises’ concept, which actually worked. I called her to come over, telling her I had the words and a possible rhythm to another new song, called “Why?” She was there in less than ten minutes, I asked her to sit down in front of the piano and start a 50’s Motown backbeat. She did and I placed a piece of paper in front of her. She...
The scene started and went really well; practically everybody was off script, a director’s dream. I motioned to Maurice. He played a beautiful interlude as Darlene started to sing... MARILYN “Everybody hears me talk, but none of them actually care, I’m trying my best to rehearse all my lines, While someone is doing my hair.” “This whole damn movie business is really hard to stand. The lights, the cameras, the lines and the people, Have all become -- so grande” “All I want is a drink. A...
As with the other Norma’s, I went up to Doreen and explained her emotional need in the song. She listened carefully and when I was finished, she said, “Thanks.” Being a song that nobody but Audrey and myself knew, I motioned Maurice to start ‘Dying of Boredom’... JIM “The problem of marrying a girl with a plan, Is that she might not Have, a place for a man, When I first met Norma, my sweet Norma Jeane She was so young... and just barely fifteen.” NORMA “The boys that I met growing up as a...
The other actors all freeze on stage as the music starts to play. Maurice changed from a piano sound to an organ sound a few rehearsals ago and I liked it a lot. MARILYN “Everybody hears me talk, but none of them actually care, I’m trying my best to rehearse all my lines, While someone is doing my hair.” “This whole damn movie business is really hard to stand. The lights, the cameras, the lines and the people, Have all become so grande” “All I want is a drink. A little scotch and soda All...
It was Friday, another long week had finally come to an end. It was also, St. Patrick's Day weekend. My husband and I had plans to meet at a local tavern after work, along with our co-workers, to start the weekend.We work together, but as attorneys, we don't get the luxury of always being in the same building. Today, had been no diffrent, John got to spend the day in the office, I had been out working with women at a shelter, and than in court. We were okay with that.We decided to role play...
Love StoriesIntroduction: This is a work of fiction. It contains sex acts with children and adults. If this is not your cup of tea dont continue to read. This is an ongoing story. Being Chapter 19 means that there are 18 other chapters prior to this one. Please read the entire series to get the whole story My Pretty Little Slaves Chapter 19 Miras Assimilation into the Family and Family Reunions Characters Introduced: Mira, 25, FBI agent Phillips young wife, 53, White, Dirty Blond with Blue Eyes, 36C...
‘What the fuck just happened?’ The thought echoes through me like a shockwave, making my skin tingle as if lightning had just struck a nearby tree. The memories of this night have me feeling raw and exposed.I can sense her taste on my lips, and the subtle remains of her fragrance is lingering on my shirt. If not for these sensations, and the warm burn of her touch on my skin, I wouldn't believe any of it ever happened. Yet, I know it did.This is a new and exciting feeling. I want to remember it...
Trans‘Is that your natural hair colour?’ The launch of the super yacht ‘Mira’ was a major event. I was there because I do the interior design section of my regional newspaper and my colleague, Luke, was there because he covers local industry. The yacht had been built in a local yard and the gala press day was designed to show it off. We’d been invited aboard for a sumptuous champagne lunch, followed by a short cruise with a dinner later. We had each been allocated our own cabin and had been asked...
I woke up alone. I think it had been the clattering of a helicopter that had disturbed me. The sun was filtering through the drawn curtains of my suite and I lay between silk sheets and remembered the previous evening. My hand moved without my consciously directing it to my pussy where, as my legs spread, I stroked myself languidly. Mira’s smell was all around me and there were still damp patches on the sheets as evidence of our lovemaking. I lifted my knees and my finger slid into me,...
Irina selected clothes for me, presumably to Mira’s instructions. She rolled nearly black stockings up my legs and clipped them to a suspender belt of black silk. She held a long, crimson silk evening dress for me – I had never seen it before. It had a slit up the side that revealed my stocking tops and the bodice was almost transparent so that my nipples showed through the fabric barely but noticeably. The straps of the dress were like cotton thread, and the back dipped to just above my arse. ...
I am going to tell you a true story of my life. I am a cute and chubby girl of 20 years age and now I am studying Engineering in Bhubaneswar. I have been in Orissa for quite some time. I am lesbian. I love girls,, and this is a strange thing for girls in Orissa, or so I thought before I actually came here.I Joined one respected Engineering college in Bhubaneswar and is now in the first year. When my brother came with me to leave me in the hostel, I had doubts in mind about getting a sweet or...
LesbianHi my name is Prachi from Mangalore. This is my real story and that too I am writing just because just few days back I was reading story in Indian sex stories regarding one female called as Meenu and his servant. I was amazed it was 90% similar thru what I went through. I am 25 years old married for the last 4 years. I am just plain housewife average look fair and long hair. I had a boyfriend when I was in college he was from north. I had sex with him for almost 2 years and he was wonderful....
I pretended not to notice her as she walked down the dock. Who could miss her in her cute little white shorts and bright yellow bikini top? She stopped at the next boat and watched the mate clean fish. She looked at me as I threw a large grouper on the cleaning table. She wandered over and watched me skin and filet the fish. I opened the cooler and put the filets in the cooler. She had copper red hair and sprinkle of freckles over her cute little nose. I put down my knife washed and wiped my...
"Since you like to travel so much," Lt. Foster said, "suppose you go back into the city there, open your ears and close your mouth, stay out of loose women's arms, and try to discover what these foul Redcoats are up to." I cooked some rations, drew more ammunition, looked to my gear and was on my way, proud to be trusted after being on the list of deserters for some time. The first night I was in the city, with my good horse carefully stabled, I ran into a very odd sort of business. As...
PINCH WEEKThis story is fiction. Do not imitate any actions in the story as they are pure fantasy. Any attempt at replication in the real world of any part could be dangerous and is strictly forbidden. All female characters in the story are above the age of adult responsibility.Inspired by ?Letter From a Strict Mom Part I? by Max Smart smackmagnet?s email: [email protected] WEEK ? Smack Magnet1: TRIBUNAL (Saturday)We had to write ?What we did over our holidays? for Mrs Simpson?s...
Shaking his head Jake decided it was about time that he visited the Jinn dimension. As soon as all of his Jinns were stronger and could travel then he thought he should. The whole time the words that Nyrae had told him were going through his head. [You are the Ever Last Master, the savior of the Jinn race. Right now I don't think there is anything that you aren't allowed.] With a smirk Jake wondered if that was really true or not, true he was allowed to touch the princess. (Touch among...