My name is Bill Rogers and I've just finished my senior year in high school. One of my classmates told me about a rest stop way out on the interstate where it's easy to get a blowjob. All you have to do is go in the men's room about ten at night and look to see if there's a guy combing his hair. If there is, you stand at the urinal and play with your dick an...
My name is Nikki and I think I've got a different take on this cuckold thing so many of you guys seem so nuts about these days. I'm 28, a former stripper who found the hung stud she'd always dreamed of about a year ago in the form of my boyfriend Drake. He was older than me, though I honestly didn't know how much at first, just that he was in his late 30s o...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
Stacy and Jonas Wilmer had been married for 4 years. At 28 years old, Stacy was a revelation to behold. She has turned a lot of heads with her long blond hair, and a body that Jonas would consider "a walking wet dream": delicate and beautiful face, perky 36C breasts, slim waist, and long toned legs. She kept herself in shape by long strenuous bike rides, and...
Sensitivity Training can mean a lot: Part 7 Meanwhile back home. While this can be a stand-alone story, still it is a chapter in the larger story. It takes place back home while Beercan (AKA Jason) is spending his first two weeks at the Institute. Beercan was sent Sensitivity Institute of America because he had sexually harassed one of his employees. His b...
CHAPTER 1 Dick coughed and spat a disgusting blob of greenish mucus, missing my boot by a bare inch. "This is it, pardner!" I was stunned beyond words. My eyes searched the old, rotting house standing in front of me. Window shutters, once obviously night sky blue now faded, were hanging off as if the place itself had just been beaten by a hurricane. The si...
Prologue Hi there. My name (of course, changed for the obvious reason that I am not suicidal) is Jones. I am a black male, I work as a janitor at this all white school. I live in a big city nearby, and have held my job in this rich white satellite town for about 6 months. Basically, since the Man let me out on parole. My life is a typical tale of the youn...
"Y'all tell Gigi and Big Dad bye," instructed the thirty-one year old father of two. "Bye, bye," said the older one - a girl of four. The younger kid, a boy aged two, began to pout. "Come on now, Maverick. Stop actin'. You know you're goin' to a birthday party,' ' Josh Myers reminded his son. "It's okay, Mav! Gigi will come see you later," Lori Myers att...
When I got off the elevator, I saw her and hit a U-turn. It was just my luck that Ms. Annette Sabers heard the chime of the elevator and looked up. "Hey! You! Come here." She snapped her fingers at me like I was a dog. In her corporate world, I was. She was the big, powerful lawyer, me the lowly, disposable mailroom boy. Instead of saying, "Bitch, don't f...
In college, I dated this guy named Reggie. Reggie was a cool dude, but he never left me alone. As big as his dick was, he was that annoying and paranoid. Reggie had a bad habit of accusing my friend Cameron of trying to fuck me. First off, Cameron was gay. Secondly, Cameron was white. I'm not racist or anything; it's just that everyone knows white guys don'...