She called again last night. I'd told her that my mom had "trap and block" as well as caller ID but she said she didn't care, I belonged to her and that was that. God, I was so afraid my mom would walk-in when she was on the phone, especially when her husband got on a 3-way call. They demanded I say things to them that, if my mom heard, she'd probably disow...
The theatre is dim when we enter, the pre show advertisements beginning to scroll past in anticipation of the start of the movie. Turning, we both see that the theatre is nearly empty, not surprising for the middle of the afternoon on a weekday. Two men, each sitting with a seat between them, are near the front of the auditorium. It is such a guy thing to...
Reggie leaned back against the headboard as she watched Claire get lost in the motions. She raised her hips up slightly as she adjusted, grinning as her friend let out a frustrated moan. Despite their positions, Claire really wasn't completely comfortable letting go in front of anyone. She was straddling Reggie, while Reggie guided the younger woman's hips t...
Halfway up the apartment stairs, Linda hears her name. She stops, she listens. It's the landlord telling her he signed for a delivery. Back down the stairs, now waiting at his doorway. Feelings of excitement. She knows what it is. She grabs the box and thanks him. Back up the stairs. She enters her apartment. It is a two-family house. She rents the second fl...
Her sweet, soft kisses melt your mind. You concentrate on the slow explorations of her fingers caressing and hands pressing as she travels across you. Your eyes are closed and you hear her breaths and feel them on your flesh. Wet kisses tell you of her intent. You fight to keep your eyes closed, for you want to watch her, but you tolerate that delicious...
Hello, there. My name is Samantha Villiers. I'm a six-foot-one, lean and athletic yet big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University. Life is okay these days. Playing rugby and learning all I can about business management, those are my priorities. Not much else to do, r...
First, before you read, I would just like to state this is my first story. So bear with me if it's a little out of shape. I'm waiting on my bus to come get me so I can get to work. I hate riding the bus, but the trip always seems so short when I start thinking about our new manager that we got a few weeks ago. I'm even more excited today because it's casua...
I had been roommates with Andrea for three months, and she had never once had a guy stay over. She didn't have a boyfriend back home either, and she easily could have with a body like hers. Andrea was tall—almost 5'10", skinny, and had long sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. She had very large tits which she kept in a snug bra and hidden under sweaters seemi...
It was a Sunday morning. I was dreaming pleasant dreams, of the kind you have when your half way between the world of full awareness and half asleep. The kind that you can control, and I was having a fantastically sinful dream. My alarm started going off, it was time to get up and go to church choir practice. Which meant it was time to get together with the...
A letter to my erotic friend... I hope you had a lovely Christmas and I promise to respond to your recent, mmmm thought provoking and fantasy fueling email describing how you would "manipulate" and "pleasurably/painfully" play with my nipples while tit-fucking my breasts. I am sure you can imagine the erotic influence it had? But that is for another email....