It was my first time visiting the gym down the street after moving into my new apartment just a couple of weeks ago but I was ready to make a new start, put the old life, the old guy, into the forgotten place in my memory. I dressed in a short halter top and my favorite black workout pants, knowing how stunning I look in that outfit and hoping to catch the w...
6. "How about this," I said, "How about you stay in the restraints and let me fuck you until we both get there together?" "Mmmmmm... I like it!" she said, "But there is so much I want to do to you!" "Oh, don't worry baby," I assured her, "there will be plenty of time for that. Unless you have other plans, I don't need to be back at my conference until to...
My name is Muhammad Isa. I'm a big and tall Black man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, way up in the Province of Ontario, Canada. My father Abdullah Isa converted from Islam to Christianity thirty years ago and it was the best thing he ever did. I'm proud to call myself a Somali Christian man and a new Canadian Citizen these days. I recently a...
Mira slipped on her see-through blouse, zipped up the side of her scarlet mini-skirt and followed by putting luscious red lipstick on her soft lips. This was another Saturday night, the week was over and it was time to party. Mira was a stockbroker by day and night a wild and crazy twenty-five year old living life to the fullest. She decided to meet her frie...
I saw the lights pull into the drive way. My husband was home. Dinner was ready, his favorite. Wine was poured. A hot bath awaited him upstairs. And also something caramel colored; smooth; and delicious. He walked through the door, I awaited him there. My nipples were hard in anticipation for the dirty things I knew he would do. Good thing I decided no pan...
It was cold and raining when I finally reached my last delivery for the night. As I walked up the hill from my car, I noticed there were few lights on. Just as well since they ordered a medium pepperoni and nothing else. As I edged near the door, I couldn't hear much coming from the house, as if they were waiting for me or something. I got ready to ring the...
Call it fate, call it luck, call it an act of the gods, but one day we just kind of bumped into each other on a lit erotic chat room. We were both in dead end marriages and looking for someone to enjoy life with, even if it was via a chat room. Rose is her name. She is a southern beauty, in her mid-forties, light brown with blonde highlights, a bit overwei...
The leather of the couch was cool against my skin—not cold, as it would normally feel in late December. Of course, the fact that a gorgeous girl had her lips wrapped around my cock, applying suction I had never felt from the twelve other mouths that had given me blowjobs over my years, had a little something to do with my body temperature. Amanda had come...
The cellist's hands are strong, deft, and nimble. They move along the neck of her instrument with surety, and the cello answers lowing with the rhythm of her bow. I look at you, your face entranced, your mind full of her and the music. You want her, I know. She is beautiful in ways that I am not; her long hair red over her shoulders, her long legs wrapped ar...
He held my hand gently as we walked down the hiking trail. I glanced around at the beauty surrounding us, caught off guard when he shoved me to the side. "Wha..." He kept pushing me until I was backed into a tree, the bark scraping my back through my thin, gauzy shirt. His hands were on my shoulders, firmly pressing me into the tree until the bark dug into...