Another in a series of true stories Sometimes it's a real pain to have a big cock. When I walk around in the locker room, men stare. Plain and simple - they gawk, they stare, they drool, or they look jealously. Occasionally I see a man stare and he gets turned on. How do I know? Well, duh, they get a hardon. Their cock gets hard, it come up to their stomach...
(Author's Note: This is a continuation of "Amy Finally Lives Out Her Fantasies -- Shy Amy uses her strapon on Kyle". Thanx to all who provided such great feedback. Hope you like part two. Warning: this story contains male/female strapon sex, cum eating, and as the category suggests, shemale sex. If those aren't your things, you won't enjoy this story. Love t...
Mark pressed the doorbell and a child screamed. He stared at the painted pine door as if it might explain such a causal relationship. Did Amy have children? She'd never mentioned them, but then, he suspected there was much she did not divulge. Unintelligible, youthful sounds approached from behind the door and Mark stiffened in anticipation. The heavy door...
Amy tossed and turned, unable to fall back asleep. She had woken up at four in the morning after a particularly intense dream that featured her getting double teamed by her black lover Treyvon and her favorite porn star Jackson Hammer. As they both came in her in the dream, she had awoken with a real orgasm, her fingers in her pussy. Now her mind was focus...
DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it......
My name is Henderson Friedrich. A tall, good-looking young black man from South Africa. Born to African and German parents. My father Heinrich Friedrich is a German philosopher who taught at one of the major universities in South Africa. My mother Annabelle Joseph Friedrich was an African Grad student whom he dated and eventually married. Sadly, she's no lon...
Kelly Brown was not a happy girl. The sun was beating down on her bare back and she wiped the sweat from her brow turning her head and looking at the golden disc in the sky. She let go of the pitchfork and took off the heavy leather glows she was wearing. Her fingers had the beginning of blisters and they ached after the hard work. Next to her on the groun...
Author's note: Many thanks to Literotica's own LadyCibelle for her editing expertise in making my stories more readable. In the spring, I was walking home thinking about school ... and nothing in general ... when I heard a gruff voice shout "Hey, you!" I looked around and spotted a woman built like an army sergeant standing on the porch of a house I was nea...
It was another depressing morning for Roger Jones. He had got the bus, like he did every weekday morning, at 8:25am; a cool breeze running over his closely shaved head as he stepped on. Ten minutes weaving around housing estates, then onto a main road and at the end was his stop - off he got, a two minute walk around the corner, through the gates to his offi...
It was only when Jen looked up from reading the dare I had to do and fixed me with an evil grin that I knew this was going to get out of hand. Till then it had just been four friends having a laugh, but Jen's expression told me that that was about to change. "So, what is it?" said Amy. "OK, guys," said Jen, looking at Amy and Ste, before fixing her gaze ba...