The day after our first encounter with Darryl, he reached out to both of us on KIK, thanking us for a great night and saying how much he enjoyed being a part of sexual adventures. I honestly appreciated his consideration of Wayne by messaging both of us, it showed a great amount of respect for our relationship. Of course, we responded, and I told him how muc...
Ray and I were sitting in our favorite sports bar waiting for Bill and Mike to show. We had reserved a table for the playoff game, that afternoon. The place was getting crowded and noisy. In fact so noisy that Ray almost didn't hear his cell ringing. He looked at it, mouthed "Bill" to me, and answered. He had to put his finger in his other ear to hear Bill t...
I am a married black man, early 50's. This is my story; a reminiscence of real thoughts, feelings and events of my life. My decision to write it was born out of a private personal need for erotic expression - an outlet for sexual frustration. My decision to share it is an extension of that expression, but not an invitation for anyone else to use it in whole...
It was mid July and hot as you'd hope for, the sun beat down and I was with friends enjoying the privacy of their garden. The whole area had been designed as a sanctuary, a place to relax and enjoy away from the everyday hustle and bustle of life. A spa bubbled in the background, music played at just the precise level so as to mingle and mask voices but not...
(This is a continuation of an ongoing story about the sexual adventures of my husband, Patrick, and I. For background please read Part 1.) When my husband, Patrick, and I decided to accept an invitation to attend the Las Vegas wedding of the daughter of his friend Ben, we also decided to invite Ben into our bed. Patrick and I have an awesome sex life and ha...
"Sick of college already?" Michael asked her. Breathing heavy in the phone, Erica partially laughed, and partially cried. "Oh, so sick of it, M. Dorm life sucks. My roommate is so stupid. She's nasty -- and she'll fuck any guy who weighs more than a Volkswagon. My neighbors play Backstreet Boys every night. One prof hits on me, which wouldn't be a problem,...
A few years ago, when I was still single I dated a young woman named Leslie who worked for the same company I did. Nothing much came of it - dinner a few times, a couple of movies but we seemed to move our separate directions. I started dating another lady (Barbara) in the same organization and within a year we had gotten married. But I kept thinking about L...
"I'm not going to be shy anymore," declared Len as he lifted his hips off of the sofa and slid his jeans to his ankles. My wife, Sela, had her eyes glued to his massive erection. It had to have been nine inches long and thick. "So beautiful," Len whispered as Sela moved forward to her knees. Without so much as a glance toward me she slipped his cock betw...
It had been only a few weeks since Ray and Joan found each other again. Every time Carol and I saw them at the club they were smiling and happy, but we didn't see them very often. I remember Carol saying that they had a lot of "sack time" to catch up on and I suspected that they were doing exactly that. On one occasion, I was standing alone at the bar sippin...
Please read Chapters 1 and 2 in this series before embarking on this literary journey with Candace and me and our new friends. It will be a wise and enjoyable use of your time, promise... * Candace and I somehow managed to keep our hands and mouths off of each other for the remainder of the day, and we found ourselves at the door to a stately Victorian h...