Please don't read this story if you are easily offended by politically incorrect stories. The Party --------- After my third glass of wine I was feeling pretty mellow. My husband David and I were at a party at his faculty. Both of us work at the university, he teaches while I work part time at the library. The mood around the table where I sat was prett...
Truth be told, my attitudes toward sex were pretty conservative in my formative years, leading me to graduate high school in 1990 as a virgin who'd only managed to finger-bang Linda, the one girlfriend who'd given me a few hand jobs. (This after she remarked that she'd expected my penis to be bigger - thanks for the esteem boost, John Holmes and other stars...
THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO OR THINGS THEY NEVER TAUGHT ME IN SUNDAY SCHOOL Why Boaz Married Ruth I remember my mother telling me that Grandma Coit had once said that the Bible was the dirtiest book she had ever read. At the time, when I was in high school, I took that to mean that my maternal grandmother had been conservative in her choice of literature. B...
Paul loved his wife, Phoebe. He loved her quick wit and high intelligence. He loved her bright brown eyes. He loved her long, brown hair and her athletic body. He loved the way she kept herself nice for him. He loved her easy smile and her southern drawl. And best of all, Phoebe loved to fuck, and wanted her pussy filled every night Paul was home. So why was...
He opens the door. The bar is blessedly cool and completely shielded from the sun. It is smokey and dark, the way they used to be in the States not so long ago. There is a welcoming air there and he guesses that tourists and their money keep the place afloat. A hostess asks him if he'd like a seat at the bar with a grin that had been carefully cultivated...
Since English is not my native language, please bear with me - thanks. The story depicted below is a real memory - of course that names and locations might have been changed. ***** The taxi is running in the night. It's been raining all day and now, since it's already dark outside, the lights seem as they aren't enough... Helen has been working late and...
Melody Adewale is the name. I'm a six-foot-one, pleasantly voluptuous, friendly and keen-minded young Black woman of Nigerian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm openly bisexual, and quite Butch. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Way down in Canada. I've always wanted to live in the United States of America. And I f...
Within an hour after I had enjoyed a magnificent orgasm in bed with my pretty little Cuban maid, Maggie (See "Cinnamon's Secrets, Chapter 1"), I was beginning to feel horny again. I decided to venture out of the condo and see who I might find to satisfy the nymphomaniacal itch that I felt in my pussy. It was a cool autumn day in New York, so I put on a some...
This story is autobiographical, in that it relates something that happened to me recently. It was a lot of fun so I wanted to share it with you all. Please let me know if you like it. * * * * * My name is Cinnamon. I am a graduate student in Classics at a big university. I've finished all my classes and most of my doctoral research, so I am spending most o...
My cellphone buzzed like an angry wasp. I snatched it up, my hair freshly dried with the blow-dryer. It was almost to mid-back, a nice shiny black with red highlights in it. "Yeah!" "Motherfucker, you're supposed to be down here already!" "Alright, Sasha. Can't a man shit, shower, and shave in peace?" "You're about a slow-ass bitch. You end up looking pr...