Chapter 3 The Call It is the next day, and I can't get her off of my mind. I stare down at the two numbers that she gave me, wondering if both were good, or if either were at all. I don't want her to think that I am desperate, or that there is no one else whom I could or would have, but all I want is to be deep inside of her. I throw caution into the wind a...
------------------------------------------------- This is my first attempt at writing something from a man's point of view. It has been harder than I thought! -------------------------------------------------- Black cock. Every girl talks about it, some more openly than others. Many twitter about it amongst themselves, and some display their wanton lust f...
Tom held a handful of Maria's brown curls in his left hand while he guided his fat, uncircumcised shaft into her mouth with his right. The short, curvy Latina knelt dutifully in front of the well-muscled, mature white Bull. "That's right baby, suck that cock," Tom growled. Maria smiled wickedly with her eyes; her mouth was stuffed, her full lips stretched...
What transpired here is true. It was compiled over a period of time, and involved a number of women from a couple of different regions. To give it some narrative flow, I've weaved together the activities of a handful of different individuals into a few recurring characters. What you are about to read is based on their actions, which were either passed on ora...
Please hold My Titties.. Or MEN SUNBATH TOO Another summer vacation along lake Michigan. I'm guessing we were in our mid thirties then. We were walking even farther north of the Park property line along the Lake. We hadn't met anyone for quite sometime. My cock was hanging out above the band of my tiny bikini. Dollie was wearing a small bikini bottom and I...
(C) Copyright 2010 - MindSplinter - Published under Creative Commons License (Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike) 3.0 Unported Kelly and I have a pretty adventurous relationship; we get along in a way that would make the best of friends envious. After several wonderful encounters and a backpacking tour across Europe, I felt it was time to give her the...
"God,I could use a cigarette!" Randi thought to herself. She had quit smoking nearly twenty years ago but still got the occasional urge when she had too much to drink of her nerves were on edge. She hadn't been drinking but she was plenty edgy as she waited in her Honda minivan for Marcus. She still couldn't believe she was doing this. Marcus was a co-worke...
The whole day had been on barrage on my nerves and senses, so I was ready to drink a few. The hard part proved to be finding a seat. I had to lap the building a couple of times till I found one. All empty seats were either reserved for later guest, taken, or just not for someone like me. It was a group of young Italians that I conned into letting me sit with...
I was 18 years old at High School; I had an English Teacher called Mrs. Pooja. I would have guessed she was around 30 years old, about 5'5" tall, with short fashionably styled dark brown hair. She was pretty, and most of the guys had certainly commented on her at one time or another, but mainly because of her figure, and the way she moved when she walked. Sh...
I was working late again – that had become a habit. I was a year into this new job and I don't think I'd come home before 11pm more than twice. Sometimes I'd get a break and have to attend a function somewhere in the city, a few drinks talking shop with colleagues and perhaps a passing glance at a beautiful woman. These days passing glances was about all...