We'd been friends for years. It wasn't until the last few months though that I found my nipples hardening as she spoke while my eyes wandered to her cleavage. Over these last four years, we'd talked for hours, solving the world's problems and explaining the day-to-day of our lives to each other. Lately though, I couldn't concentrate during our talks. It was...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* They were outside again, swimming in the over-chlorinated pool of the apartment complex. He was wearing his snug s...
Theresa Brown is the name. I'm the Director of Athletics at Harris College, a historically black school named after the late E. Lynn Harris, a world-famous African-American author. The school opened its doors in 2011. Two years after the death of the legendary Black writer it's named after. And I'm at the helm of its sports department. I run a tight ship and...
I was fat. The folds of flab had reached over my lap and would rest midway between my thighs and knees when I sat. My upper arms wobbled as I walked, and my thighs rubbed together enough to cause a pimply rash. My lover said she adored my obesity, that women should not pander to male fantasies of beauty. She came hardest on the days I had my regular short-ba...
There are so many paths one can take in life. The same holds true for men and women. Some truths are simply universal. Like the fact that there is an exception to every rule. My name is Miranda Brownstone and I'm the Athletic Director of Randall College in the town of Norwood, Massachusetts. The first woman and the first Black person to hold that position in...
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...
These are parts 3 and 4 of the story about Jules and Layla. You can read these chapters as a separate story, however, I recommend you start with the first two chapters to see how the two of them met. Enjoy! ******** Chapter 3 It was hot. I was lounging in the sun in my favourite blue bikini, taking the occasional sip from my water bottle and gazing at the...
Aunt Fiona wasn't really my aunt, but mum always referred to her that way, she was actually a distant relative whom had always been close to the family. I hadn't seen her for ten years, since I was eleven and she was twenty-one. She owns a successful clothing company in jolly old England and was moving back to Australia to branch out; which meant she would b...
Synopsis: In Part 1 of “The Nudity of Lana”, 18-year-old Lana Cooper went for a hike through the Minniwaska Nature Preserve, only to discover a secluded trail reserved for clothing-optional hikers. Gathered a small swimming hole was a local nudist club called the Albany Women’s Naturist Society. One member, a woman in her thirties named Barbara, introduced L...
It's been three months since our first sexual escapade (Karen's Adventure), we agreed that any sexual adventure we partake to must be agreed upon by both of us, so not to cause any problems to our marriage. FRIDAY: I bumped into my old basketball teammate Dan in the motor shop. He is a now big time construction engineer and is looking for a new project. I t...