Jane awoke, alone. Abigail had clearly disappeared sometime in the past couple of hours or so. Jane guessed that the rules for lesbians were no different for heterosexual encounters, but she did miss being able to lie here with the first woman she had had sex with and maybe have breakfast or brunch together. Jane then thought about Tori. Of course, her encounter with her had only been in a dream, not reality and in actuality she may have behaved very different. Jane picked up the little note Abigail had left, 'J, thank you Mistress, your servant, A'. It was clear that Abigail had a clear take on sexuality and was out for someone to direct her. Whilst this had been fine and probably, Jane realised, had lifted some of the pressure on herself to perform perfectly, she did not feel it was something she could sustain beyond a few hours. Maybe that was why Abigail had left so early. Of course, Jane could go back to the club or any other and find another one-night stand. She certainly did not have to worry about getting pregnant as a result. However, she realised, that while it was clear, even if she had not known it before, that sex with women was what got her off, she was coming to understand that what she was needing was a girlfriend; someone not just to wake up with after great sex, but to spend the whole day with.nnWas that unusual? Was that not what millions of women in London were searching for? Well, they might not be searching for a girlfriend of course. Jane idly began thinking about the odds. She had gone from searching a pool of five million men, of course many of whom would be too old, too young, married, etc., but anyway there must be five million men in London, to a pool of one-in-ten women who were lesbians. That meant, say five hundred thousand women that would be interested in a female sexual partner. Out of these, of course, again, many would be too old, too young, these days even married or okay, in a civil partnership.

Sahil had really been looking forward to this day! Their schedules had just not managed to synchronize for over a month now, but finally, they were going to get a chance to be alone this evening!nnSahil had met Ekta a couple of months ago at a seminar. He worked as the Business Head of jewelry manufacturing Company, and Ekta happened to be a contracted designer with the same firm, who had been called upon to accompany Sahil and 4 of his male colleagues to the seminar. Sahil had hit it off with her the very 1st time that they interacted and she too had been totally at ease with him, much to the chagrin of Sahil's male colleagues, all of whom probably harboured some hope of action with this bright young designer.nnUnfortunately for Sahil, even though the seminar was a weekend affair, all of them being locals of Mumbai city meant that the Company had made no Hotel reservations, and instructed that all the delegates go home every evening instead. Sahil, though, had a couple of official lunches with Ekta at the seminar, and by the time the 3 days were over, he had developed quite a crush on her. She was 5 feet 4 inches, had long dark hair usually tied in a loose bun, and her typically traditionally Indian sense of dressing made her appear a little older than her 26 years. She was nicely curvy, had a pert but nicely proportionate 32B size bust-line, and her fitted salwar-kurtas highlighted her curvy body beautifully. nnSahil had felt a twitch in his crotch from the moment he laid eyes on Ekta, but her almost nonchalant attitude and her conservative style of dressing led him to believe that she was unlikely to frolic with a 32 yr old married father of one! nnHe was always on the lookout for willing sexy women, but he never liked to force the issue, and found as much pleasure in the chase as in the kill. He liked to flirt his way into a woman's good books, and then take it easy until he made up his mind that the woman was worth cheating on his wife for. In the three days that he spent with a well above averagely intelligent Ekta, Sahil realized that he had never been with anyone like her before, for a number of reasons: nnHaving started work 4 years ago, she worked hard to find her way out of her lower middle-class home in Ranchi (a small town in Central India) and come to Mumbai to land this job. He had always gone for the urban types before. Secondly, she dressed very traditionally, without ever revealing much skin at all. Again, not a quality he typically cared to go for. Like most red-blooded males, he was typically attracted towards women in figure hugging or revealing western clothes.nnTheir time at the seminar had resulted in some flirting, which raised, among other things, Sahil's hopes of some action. But the hectic schedule of the Seminar and the fact that there was no Hotel accommodation resulted in no action whatsoever! nnFor about 6 weeks now, they had been exchanging emails and text messages which had bordered on suggestive.

This story contains explicit sexual content. It is not to be viewed by those under 18 years of age. The following story is fictitious. Any similarities to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.nnBeth leaned over the bar, in between the two men. "Hey, Beth. What can I do for you?" asked Monday Night Mike. Monday Night Mike knew Beth very well. She was a very familiar face, among other body parts. nn"Hi Mike, can you put all of their drinks and their tips on the tab for my table?" nn"You got it," he replied.nnBergen's had two bartenders: Regular Mike and Monday Night Mike. All of the ladies who frequent Bergen's are fans of Monday Night Mike for the obvious reasons. He's an ex-fullback for the Redskins; drafted out of Florida State, he suffered a career ending injury in his first game. But that didn't stop him from becoming a personal fitness trainer and bartender. The women adored his wavy hair, cutoff shirts that exposed his barbed wire bearing biceps and his tight jeans. Beth learned to appreciate him more fully in Bergen's basement kitchen on several occasions.nnThis Monday night, Beth and her husband, Fred, came to Bergen's for a quick supper. The tavern is festive and loud, as it is one of Washington DC's favorite hangout for the college and political crowd.

I met a woman online about 5 years ago who seemed willing to dominate me. It is a fantasy I have had for years and have been looking for a woman to dominate and use me. Janet asked me to meet her first at a local Adult Store. She wanted to pick out some things for me to buy her. Janet seemed a little nervous when I met her there but when she saw I was nervous and submissive she perked right up. She then yelled "your my bitch and don't forget it". Everyone in the store turned around as she pushed me to the floor and made me crawl along side her. nnJanet is about 5'7", around 160lbs, long blond hair, and brilliant blue eyes. She was wearing a mini skirt and a see through top with no bra. I kept looking up at her beautiful body and she caught me and slapped me right on the ass. She let me get up to hold her growing supplies she was picking out from the store. She had a strap on harness, 2 dildos for it (6" and 8"), a whip, hand and leg restraints, a collar and a strap on that fits over your face. As I was paying for everything she went to the bathroom with the harness and the 8" dildo. She comes out with it sticking out from under her mini skirt. She pulls up her skirt and starts to stroke it as she says very load "I'm horny, come over here slave and suck me off". I turned bright red but I obeyed. I got down on my knees in front of her and started to lick the shaft as the old woman behind the counter cheered Janet on. Everyone in the place was watching as she fucked my face with it trying to get it down my throat. After about 10 minutes of her moaning she pulls it out and pretends to shoot cum all over my face. She pulls me up and says thank you and then she notices my hard cock pressing against my shorts.