This story, and all my stories, contain fictionalized characters from memories of my life. A little about me. As i write this I am a Black, sixty + year old, still sexually active, bi, woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall. I was, I...
Where should I start? So much has happened over the past 6 months. A life changing experience to say the least. Before I begin, it's important to know that I'm a firm believer in the saying "Once you go black, you never go back". I had started dating Nubian ladies (mostly younger) after my divorce. I quickly realized that my relationships became much more si...
Luisa rather enjoyed being a housekeeper at the old Saratoga motel. It only had twenty rooms, was usually quiet and her hours were flexible. Today there were only two guests and no need to rush so she had started late. All rooms got checked and freshened up but she did have to clean two that had been used. The first went well but upon entering the second som...
I would like to thank Sexylemon for editing the story for me. Hi friends. I have posted this story on other sites but did not finish the whole saga . I am going to write multiple parts. I hope you like it. * My name is Kumar. I am 24 years old and working in a MNC in India. I am married to a 22 year old girl, by name Bindu, half a year ago. We had an amaz...
Old memories of an old mattress, the stench of old cigarette smoke hanging in the air. I know. Objectively, that sounds gross. But it sets the scene for some of my favorite memories. I remember little of specific nights. But I remember bits and pieces, like bits of glass glued together haphazardly, creating the mosaic of who we were and are. In such a way...
A private detective visits her client. ----------------------------- I pulled up to the ornate gate. The house, a huge faux-historic mansion is still a half mile off. I beep to get the attention of the guard located in the shed like guard house. His eyes pop open in shock and I can hear a giggle from below the window. "Here to see Mr. Moon." "Name?" "Va...
Chapter 13 Sharing the Wealth THE YEAR THREE Andrew's Story I've got so many balls in the air I wonder when they are all going to fall on my head. My business is going great guns. It's unbelievable what some simple little programming can bring in when applied in the right places. IAM has finally gotten off of the ground. I've built several websites for v...
How your body has changed since we first met. Just over a year ago, I placed my hands on tight hips that led down to a pert bottom, and slim, seemingly endless legs. Just over a year ago when I kissed a trail down from your face to your neck, and then between your breasts to lightly graze your stomach, I would only feel firm, toned muscle under my lips....
I felt that I was floating on an idea of being nourished by woman's breasts. Everywhere I looked, I could see them. This was my first day back to the beach after a long winter and chilly spring. Now that the weather had become warmer, I drove down to the ocean to see the beauty of humanity. Being cooped-up in the offices of my high-rise career only gave to m...
John was up early the next morning. He carefully hid the torn bra that had covered his girlfriend’s small but sexually sensitive tits. Strange that he accepted the forty seven year old Phoebe as his girl, but by god she was an unbelievable firecracker in bed. He still didn’t know she had come to his bed a virgin. He gave the house the once over finding the t...