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Older Women with very hairy pussy 01
My name is Jessica. I am 30 and live in Manchester in the UK. I'm a lesbian, and my all-time favourite women to date are those at least 15 years older than me with very hairy pussy and hair elsewhere is a bonus. I don't care what the rest of them are like -- fat, thin, plain, pretty, spotty, smooth, big bum or small bum -- they have to have a bush worth the name! This, my first of a few stories, is how I developed my taste for rug-munching hair-pie....

|| -- Chapter 19 -- ||
Eva sat on the bed and stared back at Jane with a sly smile.
Without looking away, Eva pulled out a strap-on and began putting it on. She fastened the straps around her waist and legs with practiced ease and fit the dildo onto her lap.
(What is that..?) Jane thought to herself....

This is a very true story. Most of mine are true, with a bit of flourish, but this one is a blow by blow. I hope you enjoy it, because I did! PS. I love to hear from readers in any fashion if you enjoy my stories.
Samantha and Jessica had been carrying on as fuck buddies for several months. Occasionally, they included Sam's boyfriend Alan, who played in a touring rock band. Still, most often, it was just the two of them. Their first get-togethers were fumbling, disjointed good times as they got used to e...

Gloria Finds Love And Keeps On Running P7
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Author's Note Parts of Louisiana have descendants from French people moved from Canada by the British after the British lost the American Revolutionary War. The British were pissed that the French helped the Americans. Cajun the word is shortened version of Acadian which is what the people were called when they arrived in Louisiana. They speak a time in the bottle version of French a...

"Go ahead and set that there, my dear," Nikki instructed.
My dear... I thought as I placed the grocery bag of chips on the kitchen counter. Everything about this visit to my field training officer's house felt off, but now it felt very wrong.
"Okay," I said and began to empty the bags of chips and bottles of soda from the paper grocery bags. I had already marveled at her impressive whiskey bar in her living room on my way in. There must have been a hundred bottles organized on the heavy oak bar agains...

Well, where to start. It has been two years, since I set out the details of the sexual exploration, myself and my girlfriend, Julia had started. Work had got in the way, of detailing more. Both of us are about to graduate. Julie with a distinction, me with a first. She is determined to become a barrister. She has lined up a year, doing the vocational part of her bar training. Thanks to Neil, Julie's dad. I found out about a job, with one of their subsidiary companies, who build roads. We both start work in ...

I received a call on my mobile on the hot sunny day. It was my roommate from yesteryears, Alisha. I was tending to my small garden in my backyard. I had given up on my corporate life after burning out. Covid too had taken its toll on my health and my career and more so on my emotions. I had lost my loved ones and so the call from Alisha was a pleasant surprise....

Hazel stands at the door of her boyfriend, covered in Molly's cum. She is just wearing a robe, and is in front of her boyfriend's confused son.
Hazel thinks about her excuse to get the ball rolling on her demand from Molly.
"My shower cut out right as I was washing. I thought I could come here to finish off because I'm a state."...

The afternoon was pretty warm and humid even inside the very open ancestral house. Meera and Ananya, who are two newly recruited school teachers, sat in the verandah as they had visited Meera's ancestral home there for their weekend to see her grandma whom she called Paati.
They were having hot filter coffee and Paati suddenly spoke....

Turning Contest: A Mommy Fantasy
Summary: MILF does kinky role-play with naughty virgin.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.
Thanks to OhDave1 and Shuj for proofreading.
THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women....

In the quiet corners of our minds, where dreams and reveries intertwine, there exists a delicate dance between fantasy and reality. These realms, though seemingly disparate, share an intricate bond--one that shapes our perceptions, desires, and the very essence of our existence. In the twilight of imagination, fantasy unfurls its wings. It beckons us to traverse landscapes uncharted, where dragons breathe fire, and starlight weaves tapestries of wonder. Here, we are architects of our own cosmos, sculpting c...

My name is Amanda. Nothing special to look at, not especially pretty. Average height, 5' 4", light brown hair, which I keep short. Mum used to like my long hair but when I got old enough to chose, I had it cut really short, for easy care. My body is OK, my boobs aren't saggy. Although my bum wobbles, I quite like that. Even I have to say, I have good legs....

Monday
I looked at my watch; it wasn't even noon yet. But I was thousands of miles from where I started the day. The transition from the February cold of La Crosse, Wisconsin to the tropical jungle paradise of Cancun, Mexico had me coated in a fine layer of sweat. I was in a shuttle van, driving north of the city, away from the airport and to my destination - a resort on the gulf coast. I was treating myself to a much needed three days of rest and relaxation....

Beyond the Palace
by Davina Lee
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Author's Note
The previous chapter ended with Matoaka once again snuggled in the arms of her shrine maiden, with Chihiro wiping away her tears and consoling her with kisses. You may also remember the chapter title, The Weeping Somnambulist.
But who is this sad sleepwalker? Is it the new girl, down by the stream, sobbing beside one of the wolf mothers? One of the other three new arrivals? Or is it perhaps Matoaka herself, leaking tears in the arms of her girlf...

Kevin and I had drifted into a way of life where we were as good as separated. He was now almost permanently in the Far East and I was pretty sure from what I heard from people who worked for him that he was living with some young bimbo out there. He phoned now and then and sent the occasional brief email and came home almost monthly but rarely stayed more than a week or so before hopping back on a plane to Singapore or Sydney....

Love Finds Its Way Home Pt 03-
Prologue:
This Billyslate Story is Part 03 & the Conclusion of a Slowburn Lesbian Love and Romance tale.
When children are a key part of the storyline, there's minimal sexual activity if they're close by. Also, generally, there's little or no alcohol consumed when children are present....

"Hey. You ok?" the gentle, familiar voice of Holly's friend broke through the noise. She turned her head to find a pair of concerned, hazel eyes looking into her own blue ones.
"No. Not really," she shook her head.  
"Come on," Adena lightly grabbed one of her shoulders. "Let's go take a break." ...

huge thanks to Redgarters and THBGato for all the help and advice with this one.
to the extent that this is any good, it's because of them.

COMING HOME FROM LOST
THE COTTAGE
Fiona was wrapped in a blanket in the comfy chair by the fire, nominally reading The Wild Duck, but actually was staring out the window into the storm; watching the rain pound the glass and the wind whip up the lake. But she wasn't seeing that either. A sudden flash of lightning and instant crash of thunder startled her ...

2006
Graduation was two weeks ago. Candy and Mae's shared 18th birthday a few months before that. They were ready to step out into the world, but these two couldn't quite let go.
Down by the creek, the world softened. That heat--hellish, wet, clinging--pressed down like a judgment, making everything slow. Dragonflies hung like prayers in the air, wings trembling. Cicadas screamed their lazy agony from the trees, and the sky above split itself into layers of bleached-out blue. The creek ran low, more o...

Annabel disappeared briefly and returned carrying a couple glasses of water, handing one to Lissa, who was leaning back against the headboard looking dazed. She had never in her life experienced anything like what she'd just been through -- it had been wonderful and amazing, but her mind was kind of blown....

Cecilia and Sherry, Part One
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Author's Notes: These stories belong to me and may not be copied or used in any way without my express written permission.
The story deals with life long love and friendship and rank infidelity and blatant disrespect.
We both went to the same high school, but Sherry was a year older and the leader of our school's version of "Mean Girls" strutting down the Halls, people had to get our of their way or be mowed down....

Isis and Nefertiti lay together in bed, holding hands, their heads resting against one another, under the tapestry of stars.
"My grandmother used to say," Nefitiri began wistfully, "that the stars were woven by the goddess Neith, and in that silver river of light and shadow there lies a mirror which shows us our destiny, and the destiny of the whole world. I would lie under the stars with her as a little girl, in Sau, before we moved to Waset."...

The Ballad of Flavia and Sarah is my highest rated story on this site, and it received some fantastic feedback, so I decided to expand it into a six-part series. The chapters will be named after parts of a song. If I knew how, I'd change the original chapter's name to "Intro".

I'd like to thank those who encouraged me to continue this. I almost didn't after some negative comments....

Go read "Same Time Tomorrow" before this. Re-read it if you have to. I'll wait.
Lexi's got a list.
Of course she fucking does.
Color-coded bins. Matching bedding. A framed photo of her and Marisol in senior prom gowns (cropped tight; no room for ghosts). She's perfect. Crisp. Curated. She triple-checks the move-in checklist her mom printed out and laminated because that's the kind of household she comes from. The kind where laminated lists are normal. Expected. Divine law....

She floated through the air. Time slowed down as I watched the 6'3" giantess leap above the net for a spike. As she made contact with the ball, her toned arms rippled. The ball launched toward the ground- through the arms of the opposing team's block and landing right in front of a diving defender. It bounced off the floor- point to State, they won their second set! The game score was now 2-2....

Author Comments
I want to thank everyone who has read this series and/or taken the time to leave a comment. I appreciate the words of encouragement and the feedback on the details.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older....

Alice watched her companions over the rim of her glass and she drank, sipping slowly but constantly to give herself time to think about everything that had just happened. In a span of less than an hour, she had experienced more sexual pleasure than she had previously in her whole life. Idil and Aisha were laughing and chatting together as if this were perfectly normal day, as if they weren't all sitting there in various states of nudity....

The rays of the setting sun danced like flames upon the surface of Mirror Lake as the heat of the summer day still lingered, matching the electrifying anticipation the upcoming night had promised. Lana felt anxious. The invitation to Late Night Ladies Night sat in her passenger seat, a new exhibit at the Alfred-Conner art museum promised to feature women artists from all over the world. The local news mentioned this would be a daring, yet exciting display, it's all anyone could talk about. However, cameras ...

TRUTH OR DARE

This story, and the characters created therein, remain the creative property of Mitzi Norton. The characters are all aged over 18 and no likeness to any person is to be inferred.
'That's what happens when you're a daddy's girl,' I said, giggling and hiding my grin behind my the hair between my fingers....

The shower Monday morning wasn't as painful as the one I got Sunday morning. My stripes were not so tender anymore, and my nipples were almost back to normal. My body still didn't show any sign of an upcoming period, so I sighed in relief as we took our pills, as a monthly troublesome week was now something in the past....