As my husband stood talking to our neighbor, my body was betraying me and reacting in ways I never experienced before. Our neighbor Mr. Stephens had the most commanding presence of anyone I've ever met, including my husbands grandfather, who my husband worked for. My husband and I had moved into our home in Beverly Hills a week ago from Alabama. My name is...
My wife, a petite and very sexy Mature Asian Lady past sixty has become a woman who loves to be sodomized by me so both of us can have explosive orgasmic experiences. She finds it very arousing when we incorporate romantic bondage and sensory deprivation into our lovemaking sessions as this allows her to engage her imagination into a world of fantasy. My w...
I woke up in a daze and found myself in my school's nurse's office. The last thing I remember was feeling dizzy in the middle of class and then it was just a blur. "Ah, you're finally up. That's good." The elderly nurse, Mrs. Johnson said with the bedside manner of a crocodile, or just an old lady tired of kids faking sick to get out of tests reall...
My name is Kyle Blanchard. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Massachusetts State Police Officer. One of the many patrol units keeping order in the cities, towns and highways of the Commonwealth. At night, I'm something else entirely. What am I? The answer will surprise the hell out...
Hey, there. It's me again. Stephen Voltaire. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man of Haitian descent living in the wonderful yet cutthroat world of urban America. And I'm having tons of fun during my last days in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. In less than two weeks, I'll be in the province of Ontario, Canada. Most specifically I'll be residing in...
Ken and I were in agreement, his birthday party was a blast. He has connected his IPhone to the Apple Lightning many times enabling us to watch ourselves on a high def 65" TV. Talk about motivation to get you to your next Zumba class. The evening was an icebreaker but Ken felt that it could have been more. "We should have let the old man put his hands on yo...
August, 2020 Here is my preamble to this story and my comments as I get near the end of the series. Generally, readers seem to enjoy my stories and I am grateful for the views, votes and comments. Actually, some of the comments I didn't appreciate and I deleted those as soon as I read them. I started writing these stories in the summer of 2017 to see if...
This story is a continuation of a journey of experimentation. Madame Seniorotica and Mike are exploring changes in their approach to the accepted social agenda. Maybe, you can relate? Ms. Madam and Mike were in agreement. Their initial experiment was a huge success and potentially life expanding. Mike has connected his IPhone to the Apple Lightning many tim...
I have a small handyman business. A friend is always finding me work because he knows so many families that need help on their homes. Without Jim I would have been no where successful as I am. He had asked me to paint his daughters duplex, which was on the other side of town just a mile out of the university. He bought the building so that his daughter could...
The young man approached, wearing leather shoes, a sportcoat, smoke trailing from the small cigar held between his thumb and index finger. He was a handsome man. And he was her master. Naomi was at least 15 years his senior, but for reasons that were mysterious to her he enjoyed her as much as some of his younger slaves, his 20 to 22-year-old playthings. Wh...