I had passed the place now and then. But today I was still sore from the 10K run over the weekend, a longer distance than I had run in quite a while. I keep trying to defy aging by pushing myself. After all, what is the alternative? I slowed down as I passed, and looked at the door of the Asian massage parlor. Shifting in the seat as I passed, the ache of mu...
For some reason, "Virtue or Vice II" was posted as "Virtue or Vice III". Rather than explain or be all confusing, I have risen to the challenge and have written a new Chapter II, to be retrofitted here! Enjoy! * Terri felt like she was still nine shades of red as she and Devin made their way to the local Pizza Hut to grab a bite before dinner. She hadn't i...
I met this girl who looks like a fish and smells like a fish. That's not as bad as it sounds, because I've always wanted a fishy girl. The story goes like this. I went to Vietnam for a two week vacation. I'd been there before, years earlier, and I felt nostalgic. Sounds normal, but it was supposed to be a lot more than a vacation. And a lot longer than two...
Salutations, people. My name is Victor Stephenson Vance, and I'm a young black man living in the City of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I am happily married to a lovely gal named Leanne Benton-Vance. A lot of folks stare at Leanne and I when we're out and about because I am black and my wife Leanne is white. We have a son, Joey and a daughter, Marianna. We live in...
Anna lay on the mats for a few minutes with her legs parted exposing her freshly fucked pussy for all to see. She could feel a trickle of semen running out of her making a small pool on the mat below her. Anna could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her and she felt deliciously exposed as she lay there nude on the mats. This place was really starting...
What's up, people? I'm Abdullah Jama, a big and tall Black Muslim man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got a rather unusual tale to share with you. I work for the CRA as an auditor, a job I've held for over twenty years, ever since I got my MBA at the University of Ottawa. In this tough economy, I am a successful Black male professional. I count my ble...
I'm a woman. NO, I don't ask you to judge me. Just read, enjoy, and realize that in my stories I leave out the boring details like putting on condoms, washing up, etc, etc. If you like the story, please leave a comment. If you don't, that's ok too. However... Please, if you don't like sex to be fun, dirty, or hopefully both - then DON'T READ IT! * Martin...
Due to our jobs neither of us can take the risk of doing anything other than strictly conforming to social norms near our hometown, where coworkers and clients might recognize us and pass judgement. Both of us find that hypocritical considering observed questionable behavior by those same "others". Consequently we travel extensively during vacations. While t...
We had met at the grocery store. "OMG it's my yoga teacher Mike" your sister squealed, "You need to meet him!" and she ran up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was tall, white, slim, grey hair at my temples and in my beard. I was wearing a dark suit and a big smile, my hand almost on your sister's ass while she pecked my cheek and hung her arms ar...
As the morning sun streamed through the window and dappled the sheets, I wake up cold and lonely in body. But hot in mind. Rolling over to the pillow next to mine, I smell you on it--the faint perfume you wore last night wafting from the cloth, punctuated by the equally distant yet distinct musk of your night with me. The perfume sends its signals straigh...