I'd finished breakfast and was putting on my costume again when Janice came back into the trailer. "Do we have any more water in here?" she asked. Like me, she was topless. It was already nearly 80 degrees and it was only quarter to nine in the morning. "Sorry, I drank the last two bottles," I said. "But we should still have that carton of 12 that we took...
I still remember when I met the love of my life. The gorgeous Black woman of Haitian descent I would marry one fine day in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Ivy Saint Preux is her name. Six feet tall, lean and muscular, with jet-Black skin, and long Black hair braided into neat cornrows. Oh, and she also has big tits and a big round butt. A sexy Black godde...
Carrie watched as the short black girl weaved her way through the press of bodies and sat primly at the bar. She wasn't dressed in any of the outrageous stuff that all the other women were trying to pull off. On the contrary, she was clad in a simple dark-blue pair of jeans, and a black low-cut top, emphasizing her curvy shape. She turned her head and looked...
Maya's pampering becomes more intimate, and she gets to experience the joys of another woman. Lesbian, and voyeur content. .... As Kyle unbuttoned and then removed the garment that had been covering all of her from neck to ankles, I watched Maya's expression, complete with a gasp that I could well appreciate, because it would be tough to not have some kin...
"Oh, it's a lesbian couple, how sexy? A hot light brunette with a pretty dirty blonde," I muttered, pulling up to them. "Thank you for coming," the blonde said, getting in the back first. "You're welcome. I'm Cynthia," I introduced myself as the brunette got in as well. "Cool," the brunette added, before kissing the bl...
This is a love story. Thank you to Bob_Aganoush and Robert for their usual helpful comments. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, 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 this seat taken?" she asks. I glance up from the book I am reading ready to dismiss out of hand. But the smile on her face and the twinkle in her eye stops me. Luscious, the young lady is, but more than that, there was someone home behind those beautiful dark almond eyes. She doesn't give me time to answer; which is a good thing since my mouth has gone...
Chapter One. Although I highly doubt that my husband would disapprove of my participation in all which I'm about to confess (he is a typical male after all) it's still my intention to keep secret from even him (as well as everyone else in my life also) the story which I've decided to record here. Not that I would call what happened an actual extra-marital...
Her white Manolo Blahnik stiletto heels clacked against the hardwood floor as Jill left the conference room, having concluded the final meeting on her Friday afternoon schedule. Though she kept her head straight ahead, Jill smirked to herself, as she could feel the stares from the other male VPs fixated on her pert ass jiggling with each step as she exited....
Everybody in this story is over eighteen. You should be too! Perhaps it will only make real sense if you have already read 'Fenella's Feelings' – an 'exhibitionist' story. Fenella takes up her own story:- My experience in the shoe-store, when the original, male, assistant wasn't around, and a pretty young girl helped me try on a pair of high-heeled, sexy b...