It's one week since my first gay experience and I'm still trying to sort out the feelings and emotions running through me. I'm in my late fifties, married and have never cheated on my wife. For the past ten years, I've been questioning my sexuality. I enjoy sex with my wife, but in recent years, my porn viewing has changed from women to gay men. Based on m...
You got to school early. Too early. Again. It will be an hour before the bell rang. An hour with nothing to do, but bang your head against the wall. This is the only time you could get a ride other then the bus. And the bus was out of the question. Now, it looks like there was nothing to do but wait. -Editor's note: My initial reason for creating this story...
As soon as Vivian and Shamunda arrived at the latter's apartment there was no coyness. They immediately repaired to the bedroom. As Vivian was relatively scantily clad, she was the first to be divested of her clothes, with the eager help and assistance provided by Shamunda. The latter was so fully aroused, that she virtually tossed the quickly naked Vivian o...
As soon as I closed my eyes again, I dozed. I wondered where Gayle was. I lost track of her after I boned her up the ass. I heard the sound of the television in the background and figured she was in the den watching TV. Then, I felt this weird but familiar feeling. At first I thought I was dreaming only it felt so real that I knew it wasn't a dream. My cock...
Melissa's story: The dream came again. Actually it was that nightmare all over. I relived that night that date had gone bad. I had gone out with that monster on a blind date. I hardly knew the girl that set us up on the date, just acquaintances. He looked sharp and quite handsome. His eyes were piercing, and his manner was that of one used to controlling....
I love erotica. I started reading and collecting it about seven years ago and have amassed an enormous collection since. The 'smut files', as one of my friends affectionately calls my collection, is proudly housed on 3, floor to ceiling bookshelves in my living room, not hidden away in boxes under the bed, as my poor mother prays for daily. I've catalogued m...
The name is Henry Jean-Pierre. A big and tall black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Life is tough for the average American these days but you should know that even the strong struggle. I'm the Deputy Sheriff in my county and life hasn't been a bed of roses lately. Ordinary American men and women have been pushed to the limit by the Recessi...
This isn't right, Abdul Mohammed "Mo" Akbar thought to himself as he rode Carter Wendell thick White cock. Big Black Muslim guys aren't supposed to like the feel of a White man's cock up their butts. It's haram ( forbidden ) and completely against the Rules of Islam. The Black Muslim male is supposed to be dominant and all that jazz. Big and tall, strong Bla...
"Alright, out with it. You don't seriously expect me to believe you flew halfway across the world just to deliver me fresh-baked cupcakes." Power Girl said it as she dabbed her lips with a napkin. "How'd you know!?" Supergirl demanded, flabbergasted. "Because no one does that. Except maybe Ms. Martian. She actually brought me some pretty gooey cookies last...
*A bit different than my other stories, but shares some similarities. Let me know what you think. xx Vi ***** Kelly sat in a parked car in the San Fransisco Airport parking lot waiting for her father, Rod, to emerge from the terminal. Kelly loved her father and was glad he was visiting all the way from England, but she was not looking forward to him spendi...