I'm not going to tell you my name, suffice to say I'm one of Cleo's patients and you'd recognize my story if I did. In my "Case Report", upon which my story is based, I sound like a sex-starved slut, who simply can't get enough cock. I'm not. That misconception might also arise from the fact that during my story I was rudely introduced to anal sex by a black...
Jerome continued to come over whenever he wanted, after I told him I was knocked up. Whenever he came over it was the same intense fucking, I enjoyed so much. Jerome taught me how to give head, after awhile I was able to deepthroat all twelve inches. I enjoyed it when he came in my mouth, running that salty semen all over my tounge before swollowing. Afte...
As a young girl of 23, I am very sexually adventurous and enjoy pushing the limits. Coming from a small-town in rural America, I moved away to the big city only to find myself dating one big black man after another. The pure shock and taboo of a little country girl like me dating a much bigger, black man made the hookups, relationships, and random sex that m...
Dana's Second Married Affair - First Interracial Yes - This story is true - to the extent that I know what happened anyway. After we had been married about fifteen years, Dana had already worked for a number of years at a bank. She met and worked everyday with a black man named Terry who was about 30 years old. He had chocolate skin tones and maintained a...
My name is Minerva Saint-Joseph. A five-foot-ten, pleasantly voluptuous, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, red-haired and green-eyed French Canadian woman living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Simply put, I am the Queen of Mean. Ask almost anyone in BDSM circles in the Province of Quebec and all across the Confederation of Canada. They've heard of...
His hands roamed over her mound and as he approached paradise he could feel the heat escaping her body. He rubbed her clit for a moment and then slid two fingers easily into her wetness. She arched her hips slightly and the tiniest of moans escaped her lips. Her own hands squeezed her breasts and she slid a hand down beyond her flat belly and rested it on to...
All you young white girls or white wives who have thought about it, but are too scared to try a black man, I don't know why your waiting. I personally started late in life, when my husband and me were still living in Michigan. We had been having a rough time in our marriage, with some arguing and stuff, and of course not that much sex. Although we both love...
This may be shorter than some of my other stories, just because the episode was so short, but for me, it was very telling. And it was another step forward, or down, or however it is that you see my life moving as I share these with you. Like my other stories, this is true, but the dialog is as I remember it, probably not as it actually was. It was, after all...
Saying a story is true is a tricky concept, but this is how I recall that evening about twenty years ago, now. Some parts I remember vividly, while others I admit I'm probably filling in details or idealizing after the fact, maybe even romanticizing a bit. I was about twenty-six or twenty seven. I joke these days to friends that when I'm trying to remember...
A deep sigh escaped my lips as I shivered from the chill in the air. Though the temperature was around 75 degrees the cool cement of the ground did not help in preserving my body heat and neither did my lack of wardrobe. I shivered again taking deep breathes each time to calm my nervous soul as well as to clear my head in preparation. My Mistress had told me...