(If you haven't already, please read Dani's New Life -- Parts 1, 2, 3, 4a, 4b, 5, 6, 7, and 8A. This will make much more sense if you do...) * Having dried off after her memorable shower with Tami, her twenty-three year-old lover and protégé, Dani Evans, the twenty-eight year-old Harvard-educated lawyer, Chief Legal Counsel and Corporate Vice President of...
She held the notice in her hands, still wet with soapy water from the kitchen sink, and sobbed. The paper, a noisome shade of dill, began to fold, back down over itself like a broken leaf. Great shuddering sobs wracked her frame as Jen put her head in her hands and let her anguish flow out of her. This was the third time she'd received one of these -- these...
This story is a fantasy I have about my real neighbor named Jazmin. I hope she reads this story! My neighbor is Jazmin, and she's a sixty-year-old Asian that I find to be sexy! She's married, and I've become good friends with her husband. I'm also married, and I'm sixty-one years old and now fully retired. My wife still worked as a bank manager and loved h...
First of all, I want to say that I know how this sounds. I really do. There was a time when I didn't understand my desires. A time when I thought I needed my head examined. As a young Black man of Haitian descent living in North America, I have a certain image to maintain. Yet public image must give way to the truth that lies beneath. If you're scratching yo...
Necessity is definitely the mother of reinvention, as has often been said. This holds true in all parts of the world. Take Noor Al-Gergawi for example. Born into a wealthy family in the City of Dubai, crown jewel of the United Arab Emirates, Noor experienced nothing but luxury all the days of her life. Vacations in Vienna, Paris and Los Angeles, and shopping...
The building was on 31st Street near Fifth Avenue, a short walk from the Empire State Building. This was a thoroughly unremarkable commercial district, home to import/export businesses, wholesale clothing, numerous print shops and a couple of electrical repair shops. I checked the directory, and found "HC" on the fourth floor. I rang the buzzer, and walked i...
An abrasive train whistle cuts through your gentle sleep. As you groggily open your eyes, you see the familiar antique decor of your private train compartment. The bench across from you is empty. You sigh: it's been a while since you've had any kind of company, human or otherwise. Hopefully, those administrative privileges and the sexual endurance pill the p...
Adam rushed into his room after school. His dick was already straining in his pants. It seemed like it was getting harder and harder to make it through a day of school without jerking off. The young man had taken to blowing a load in the toilet at lunch. Today, he couldn't find an empty stall before the bell rang. The boy dropped his pants wrapped his hand a...
Chapter 3 - Akshata and Vaishnavi Akshata knew Sundar wouldn't have anything normal to say; it was too late in the night to message inquiring about her health. But she did find it super weird that he had gotten straight to the point. She had taken the WhatsApp message from Sundar straight to Vaishnavi, who was the only roommate with whom she had previously...
This premise is heavily inspired by Seesaw's Alpha Beta. If you enjoy this thread, please check out his work. "How may I serve you, Master?" Fredrick looked up from his book. A woman was standing over him. She was wearing nothing but high heels black lace lingerie and a tagged collar. She stood in perfect posture, legs spread open and wrists crosse...