I grew up in a home where there was a mother, a father and a brother. We went to church every Sunday and attended Sunday school. Our weekends were for homework, helping around the house and visiting our grandparents. During the school week we were allowed 2 hours for play before dinner. After dinner we had to take turns washing and drying the dishes for mom...
Yawning, Heather triple checked the plan for the run later, while drinking wonderfully hot hazelnut coffee out of her favorite pig mug. The target was going to be at the Starbucks at exactly 7:45pm, as he had done every Saturday for the past 7 years, where he will order his usual: a low-fat skim milk caramel-macchiato with exactly 1 and a quarter inches of w...
I stood back and looked at it, our freshly painted eighteenth century brick hotel. The late evening June sun lit up our freshly painted black wrought iron upstairs porch that looked over the quiet street. Tall trees stood between the railroad tracks and the gently flowing blue river. The road stopped just to the right and the street was quiet and still. An o...
If it hadn't been for the hidden video, I probably would have remained clueless and would have lost her altogether. Aira and I had been married for nearly three years, and whereas Aira was the first woman I'd done more than a quick fuck of release with, I had no illusions about her experience. In fact she had been dating a big black guy named Buck when I met...
Disclaimer: This story contains adult content and must not be viewed if you are not 18 years of age or older. The story features a theme of interracial sex between a Hotwife, her girlfriend, and her black lovers. If you find this theme offensive please read no further. * It has been three months since I shared the story about my wife Ann and our encounter...
The days in Leverton were a lot like being on a continuous vacation – one day blended into the next so it was easy to lose complete track of time. So it was, on one morning as I sat down at the breakfast table, I was really surprised to hear the teachers talking about graduation and that it was imminent. That was my first indication that the year was half ov...
Loving him is ill-advised, she told herself for the thousandth time as she looked at the picture of herself standing next to the one she loved the most. They were too different, she reminded herself. Yet from the first time she laid eyes on him in that Sociology class in September 2011, she couldn't stop thinking about him. In the eyes of most people, she wa...
The front of the Club reminded me a lot of Temptations. It had a similar strip mall storefront feel to it. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot. A good sign. Beth was wearing her club outfit. Tiny little purple skirt, tight sweater, and her black fuck me boots. I knew that underneath she had on a bra and her black thong panties. She looked very hot....
The day started decent enough, I guess. It's amazing how quickly things can get messed up, seriously. Just in case you're wondering who this is, the name is Omar Saint-Vincent. I was born on the island of Grenada and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Been living in Canada for twenty four of my twenty five years. These days I live in the City of Ottawa,...
Jayne and I had been swinging for a number of years and fulfilled many fantasies and made lots of new friends in that time. We'd had a bit of a lull for nearly a year after Jayne got a little too involved with her young black lover Ray but now things were back to normal. We recently had a wild weekend in London where we went to a club and the following night...