All kinds of guys are walking around in the hood, acting like they're all big and bad. The truth is that in the hood, it's the women who run the show. Doesn't matter where you go, or what colour you are. Take me for example. My name is Jasmine Brown. A young African-American woman living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the Ci...
I met Elena just two months ago and it was turning out to be a very hot Northern California summer in more ways than one. The days were scorching and so was the sex with my 19-year old Colombian sex toy. I just couldn't get enough of her. An hour north of San Francisco where I lived, the weather had broken 100 degrees for the last five days in a row so a fe...
Before we get to where my wife and I are now, you need to know where we were. I am considerably older than my wife, just an average looking guy who happens to be "hair-challenged". Don't think I have ever heard my name and "hunk" in the same sentence. Neither does my wife fit the fantasy descriptions seen on these sites. No giant jugs (those will be a pro...
Part 1: Dance Floor Moves Davy wormed his way through the crowd towards the bar. I was wondering why I'd come, because this place always pissed me off. Not only was it suffocatingly warm, but the guys who came to it were mostly the loud, overtly hedonist kind of gay males that really turned me off. I stood there trying to avoid looking at anyone, when th...
"UHHHNNN....OMG!!! Cum on my ass!!!" Heather squealed as Eddie pulled out his cock and shot a copious amount of cum all over ass. He noticed that the first blast had went the furthest which got on the costume Heather was wearing which led to this unexpected encounter after they had closed the costume store. To be fair, it was not completely unexpected. There...
Karen Starr could hear the roaring flames before the sirens of the fire trucks even started up. The fire was halfway across town easily five miles away but she could hear it and when she turned her attention towards it she could see through the concrete jungle between herself and it. After watching it for a moment she was content that the fire department wou...
Ranger noticed the pretty young office lady. She had a nice white blouse that showed through to her bra. She was wearing a short skirt and he could see the glowing patch of her white panties up-skirt. The black lights in the club brightly showed her panties and her bra. He could see the brown spots of her nipples through the material. "Hi gorgeous," he said...
KA-CLUNK! There's nothing like the sound of a cell door closing. The first time you hear that it will be etched in your mind. Kelli wasn't bothered by it any more. It's different when you know it will open again. "Morning Ms. Anderson." "Good morning Stephan. How are you today?" "I'm doing well. Thanks. And how are you?" "I'm wonderful, thank you. I bett...
Angel, my favourite among the house girls, strutted off the runway with her boobs bouncing beautifully and only a dollar of mine in her garter. Back before I lost my job, it would've been at least a ten. She smiled at me as though she didn't mind, and she was replaced by Honey, who headed straight for the suits sitting on the other side of the cat-walk. I wa...
Happy hour never began until 8 PM. Leaving your desk earlier was a sign of weakness. Un-seriousness. An interest in staying in your current position forever. But when it got going, it got silly quickly. Now ice was tinkling in the glasses and everyone was decompressing fast. I was standing with my co-workers. Shelly was a slim, athletic brunette with a hug...