Sandie is the 38 year old woman that I have been obsessing about for the past few years. To a 20 year old horny male, she is perfect!! Hearing the front door open and close, Sandie smiles because she knows it means Ben is home. Laying on their big comfortable bed in an oversized hockey jersey and nothing else, she absently flips the pages of her magazine, p...
Zendaya tensed immediately when she heard his voice and felt his hot breath at the nape of her neck. "Did you wear that collar just for me?" he asked. She felt her pulse race, her breathing tense and her body stiffen. How had he found her? Zendaya then felt his hands caressing her thighs. The dress she wore covered most of her body, leaving only her smalli...
Lately when it comes to this whole Internet dating thing, and camming and chatting on Yahoo, I find myself having a very difficult time trying to be my usual, easy-going, happy-go-lucky, cheerful, old self. These days, it seems to me that no matter how hard I try not to expect things of people anymore -- particularly when it comes to my guys -- I still wind...
The quiet whisper of the evening breeze gently ruffled the curtains as she stood at the French windows. Looking down on the moonlit lawn that sloped away from the swimming pool below, she could just make out small movements. As her eyes adjusted to the moonlight she saw that there were perhaps a dozen rabbits loping around, grazing on the lush grass that fri...
(This story is based on the popular PC game, "The Sims", and if you haven't played it, then you wouldn't understand some of the inside jokes. Here is a rundown of the characters. Bob Newbie Though he is new to Sim Lane, Bob is the comic relief of the neighborhood and is liked by everyone. Betty Newbie Like her husband Bob, Betty Newbie is always there to...
I wake up with a smile on my face. A little disoriented, and feeling cold without you by my side. I look around the room which is dimly lit by the light sneaking in between the curtains. I see the glow from the bathroom about the same time I hear the shower turn on. I get a devilish grin across my face as I kick my legs over the side. I walk across the room...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. The world changed in 2008 and I think many people are still playing catch-up. Lately, I've been seeing racist men and racist women acting more shifty than usual. They are looking at black people differently. And I've been seeing black men and black...
It's the guy from before, and he has a positively lecherous look on his face now. He even licks his lips. You just look at him and nod. I bury my face in your shoulder. He reaches under the seat and takes his phone from his case. With one last, pointed look at me he turns and slowly leaves. Too slowly. I try to pant quietly, until he is gone Then you lift...
He brought out the masochist in me. He made me what I am today: helpless, frustrated, fingers vengefully invading tight cunt as I lie tangled in sweaty sheets. Stymied and angry I give up, ferociously thumping the mattress as I turn over and scream into my pillow. This isn't fair. He's done this to me. Before him I could get myself off in minutes. Now I just...
"What the hell is that? Rap? Hip hop?" "Random hip hop song... I... guess?" I offered. "Ugh. Don't you have any Alestorm on your playlist? I definitely feel like listening to 'Rum' or 'Drink!' instead of this crap. This guy... I'm not feeling him." "Are you into pirate metal now?" "You got me hooked on it," she admitted, "so, do you have it?" "Lemme che...