Bisexual Female


Going solo but not alone.

Woody Allen quote: "Don't knock masturbation; it's sex with someone I love" has a deep resonance with me. I am Katie LaSalle and I am studying Social Anthropology at Uni. It is fair to say that I am addicted to sex and have been so for a long time. I enjoy fucking boys and girls or if the opportunity arises both at the same time. However nothing beats making love to myself. Anything from a quick wank in the toilet to a long ride on my Sybian. Saturday is a special day for me. I make quick visit to the hairdresser and the local shops to buy any supplies I need, then the rest of the day is for myself. Twelve long hours of me time.

Interactions with the neighbours: Part 2

I have already mentioned, I inherited my house from my Uncle, along with his extensive library of erotic literature and his 'Cabinet of Curiosities' a true sadists delight. Zack and Stacy, who live one house along have already savoured what I have to offer. Once is never enough and they have pestering me to allow them to try out my hobby room. I must admit I am excited as they are by the prospect. The opportunity has finally arisen. Their mother is going away on five-day conference. Being sixteen and Seventeen respectively she considers Zack and Stacy to be old enough to be left on their own. In fact they will be staying with me for seventy-two hours. We have been planning for a week now.

Summer's Dawn

These days it is not uncommon for women in their late thirties to have children that are in early twenties. Malachi had met such a woman, Summer. They had met online, on one of the popular 'networking' sites. They hit off pretty quickly, conversing online via messenger and email for about a week before they had exchanged phone numbers. They got along very well and despite coming from different backgrounds, they had tons in common; from the music they both enjoyed, to the places they had both lived, and a shared sense of core values. Summer had come from a wealthy background, her father was Fortune 500 CEO at a telecommunication corporation, and her mother was a feared and respected corporate...

The Relaxation Part 2

It wasn't that Kismet was addicted to shopping for sex toys. That wasn't it at all. She was just one of those people you could easily suggest things to. You hand her a certain toy and give her the highlights on what it could do and 9 times out of 10 she'd be walking out of the shop with bag in hand, mind filled with ideas of what was to come. The Internet just provided a whole new way for Kismet to research and shop whenever she was in the mood for an addition to the collection she kept in a small chest under her bed. These sites had product specifications, pictures and - most importantly - customer reviews. Those were her downfall.

The Relaxation

There's something to be said about a whirlpool tub, a glass of champagne and the sound of jazz on the radio. That was all Kismet could think about as she turned the water on as hot as she could stand it, staring at the flow cascading into the tub for a moment before starting to get ready. It had been a very long week, not one she wanted to repeat anytime soon. A business trip gone terribly wrong and a serious reprimand from her boss had left her overstressed in a very underpaid career and she knew if she didn't do something for herself, she'd probably lose her mind very soon. Steam was rising from the tub now and she moved to pour in some scented oil, taking a deep breath and smiling.

Interaction With The Neighbours: Part1

I consider myself to be a very fortunate person; at the age of nineteen I own my own house. I inherited from my Uncle, along with an extensive library of erotic literature (most of it is simply porn) and what is probably one of the largest private collections of implements designed to cause pain. It is a nice house too, detached with three bedrooms, a living room, a dinning room and a kitchen to die for. It also has a good size study, which I have converted into a hobby room, you will find at more about my hobbies later. The garden is a dream and I spend hours in it. Mainly indulging in nude sunbathing. By the way my name is Suzie.

Jasmine's Insatiable Mother

Jasmine was eating her breakfast in the kitchen when she heard the bathroom door closing. It was a little strange because her mother used to wake up an hour later than that. Ever since her father left them, six years ago, for the eyes of a twenty years old blonde, her mother was the only one to assume full responsibility of all household expenses as none of the relatives offered to lend a helping hand. There were a mortgage loan and various credit cards which ought to be paid up urgently. Her mother was bound to work overtime, for as long as she could remember, in an account office which was run by two older luscious ladies, Matthea and Rosa.

Terri's Infidelity

Terri woke up abruptly and instinctively spread out the right arm towards her husband's side of the bed only to find him missing. She rubbed her eyes and a quick glance at the alarm clock revealed the time: 08:12 am. The thought that her husband would probably be taking his daily shower brought a naughty smile on her face. She imagined him standing naked under the running water, shampooing gracefully his curly black hair, with his hairy balls hanging heavily between the thighs and his fully erected 9-inch fat member lazily swinging left and right, following the movements of the body. Terri licked slowly her upper lip and slid her hands between her closed thighs.

kiti's confessions to daddy/ another naughty kitislut tale

ohhhhh.....daddy......i was SO bad today...my bottom can almost feel the heat from the spanking i so richly deserve.... i got out of work early and decided to stop at a roadside cafe for a cocktail...before going home to continue pleasuring myself with my new silver bullet....and yes daddy....i did leave it in my panties all day... anyhow....i was sipping my drink at the bar...when two good looking men walked up and stood at the bar a little ways down from me...it was early...so there were no other customers between me and them....which i was happy for daddy....because they were so attractive in their tight jeans and black satin jackets...they were both tall...

Mine forever

I have seen a bit of the world and learned a lot of things in my nearly 35 years of existence. There was a lady and her young son occupying the seat in front of me. It was obvious that the lady was tense and nervous. Usually I travel by A/c because of the dust and heat. Generally it was also less crowded and noisy than the sleeper compartment I was traveling in. But there was no ticket available even in the notorious black market and here I was traveling with the 'common' man. The lady was around 40 years old, maybe five or six years older than me. She was a bit on the plumper and darker side, but had a manner of bearing that was very attractive.