The plane landed in JFK international airport at 3pm. Krystien had been looking forward to seeing her messaging friend, Alex. They had been sending messages via MSN to each other ever since they were teenagers. It was Krystien's idea to come to New York to see Alex for their long awaited meet. She stepped off the plain and followed the path to an open area...
My name is Hodan Kader-Hussein, and I'm a young Somali-American Muslim woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I work in real estate, after graduating from Northeastern University with my bachelor's degree in the field of business administration, and my husband Yasser Hussein works for the MBTA as a supervisor for their mechanical engineering divi...
You are standing in the utility room folding laundry out of the dryer. Since it is a hot day and doing the wash heats the house, you are wearing your usual outfit for doing chores in the heat; a loose tee shirt (actually an old one of mine, quite threadbare with age) and shorts. The sound of the washing machine as it does the next load – I am helping gather...
He ordered the phone to disconnect and sat down crosslegged. Breathing deeply, he slowly flexed his well-built body one muscle at a time, emptying his busy mind. The deal was complete. His secretary in Tiensin had just called to confirm his flight back home to United Korea in the morning. Finally, he could relax. He refilled and drained his small sake cup as...
'Hey, stop that,' said Diana. 'What in hell are you doing?' I was rubbing her asshole with my finger. 'What do you think?' I asked her. 'Yuck, that's gross!' She exclaimed, but made no move to halt me or move away from my probing finger. I wet my finger on my tongue and continued the massage. She was on all fours after a prolonged doggy-style-fuck we'd j...
Let me say first, no matter what you think I am not a pervert. It just so happened that one day I was in the supply room rotating stock as my manager insists and while on my hands and knees in the back I found that I could hear what went on in the ladies room. It wasn't a hole, I couldn't see anything but I could hear them talking and well yes, sometimes I c...
The first chair was a chair of many firsts. It was the first time I'd had a sexual encounter with anyone at the office. (Not that the thought hadn't occurred to me on many occasions, naturally.) It was the first time I saw his gorgeous cock outside those swollen jeans. (Up to then I'd thought all penises were pretty ridiculous looking). It was the firs...
You and I are both at the mall, after just having blown each other's cocks in the deserted parking lot. Even after that hot session, you can tell I want more, we are just walking aimlessly around, you looking for a bathroom to fuck in, when we come across a Victoria's secret, a hot blonde with big boobs almost bursting out of her chest working at the registe...
On many occasions in my life I have pondered a particular question that remains unanswered or at least is not answered satisfactorily. I've often heard people ask the question 'Why do I have a fetish?' and this is invariably an objective question looking for an explanation of individual behaviour. Most responses fit into a few obvious categories -- because y...
Bebe Glazer sat behind her desk inside the large corporate office overlooking Seattle. She was a curvy woman with dark hair and eyes. Although she had average looks, she was a woman of a sharp intellect. Also, she was ruthless and quite manipulative. There was nothing Bebe Glazer wouldn't do to get what she wanted. She had been that way ever since she was li...