I sat beside my wife in the loud, crowded bar. I'd been drinking for most of the day and I had a buzz but I was purposely acting much drunker than I was. My wife giggled nervously beside me as she talked to a young man she had met less than an hour before. He had an athletic build and an attractive face with dark ebony skin and a bright mischievous smile....
"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
"Baby Girl you're fine," he said confidently as he danced beside me with my sexy wife. I was used to her getting hit on, especially by black men. She had a beautiful round ass and a trim waist that drew admiring looks wherever we went and it attracted black men to her like a moth to a flame. But I wasn't used to the man being so blatantly aggressive with her...
"Bye sweetheart, we'll back back on Sunday. There's money on the fridge for pizza. Call us if you need anything." You hardly heard your mother's words in all of your excitement. Tonight was the night you were finally going to make it happen. You wait patiently while your mom and step father get in their car and pull out down the street. "Final...
Just a reminder that this story contains graphic sex between dominant and submissive categories, although the sex is not completely gay in nature, and there is a degree of humiliation involved. At this point, reading the previous installments would seem to be helpful in understanding the story. ... Paul Lombardo felt empty as he packed up his briefcase be...
The two young lads ran and ran. They ran as if their very lives depended upon their speed, which it probably did. After a time they stopped, exhausted and peered over a small rise. They watched in awe as hundreds of cavalry sped to the Northeast amid clouds of dust and the pounding of many shod horses. They hid in a wash of a small, mostly dry creek which wo...
Young Billy landed in Charleston, South Carolina, by ship, at his uncle's own wharf, Brown's wharf, at the Cooper River foot of Queen Street. He was surprised to find that it was a lot warmer in Charleston in late October than it was in Massachusetts. And after coming from the more staid Boston, he was also taken with the frivolity he found here; it was the...
Sitting at the table with an empty pad of paper and a pen I had wanted to begin writing something, a poem, a story, maybe even a novel. All it would take is for me to pick up the pen and start and yet, I kept feeling things spin in my head as I struggled with what I was going to write. Each time I'd be certain I was ready, I'd grab the pen, but my mind would...
Masturbate Fantasy #133 Journal entry August 2nd. In San Francisco attending a boring but necessary 3 day seminar. The city is alive, bustling! Good restaurants. Staying at an above average hotel with many gays around. What else would I expect? Nursing a cold draft beer in the comfortable lounge. At a nearby glass top table I notice the two black men. Well...
It all started with our fantasy role-play. I love to play the submissive and bow to my wife's dominance. She will sit on my face telling me how she would humiliate me in front of her lover. She enjoys telling me about her strong black boy friend with his huge cock and balls full of black seed. Calling me her little fluffer, I will be made to get him ready fo...