Part Three Aww. Xyta's only daughter has turned 18! What better way to celebrate than inviting a bunch of her friends over for the sleepover to end all sleepovers? Part One: The Pretty One Part Two: The Feisty One *** The feisty one was . . . feisty and Xyta needs a little more recovery. And a shower. Should be fine right? A cold relaxing shower in her...
Jean was always eager to have Miguel's mouth on her breasts, but she hadn't removed her bra at her parents' house and she didn't remove it at the school parking lot. He didn't ask until after he ate her. She was caressing the top of his head feeling completely drained. It had been a long day, but a very good one. "Jean?" "Hmm?" "May I suck your breast...
Firstly, I’d like to thank the three anonymous people who e-mailed me with their comments about my first story. All three were positive responses, which I have to say, gave me the encouragement to write this one. Thanks… All comments are welcomed, but I would like to e-mail my thanks in return, so please leave your e-mail address if that’s possible. Thanks a...
I had known Leisel for years. She was my wife's best friend. We had had family holidays together over the years. I felt attraction to her on and off over the years, but I suppressed that to keep things smooth and platonic. She was a blonde, about 5'5", slim, with probably a 34" bust. She also always struck me as a bit bossy, and not all that interested in...
The arrival of the Earl of Oxbridge and his lady at the George and Dragon caused more excitement than the freak show with the pig faced lady. Ned Briarly, the peddler who had found them limping at the side of the road and given them a lift to the village, basked in the reflected glory and didn't have to pay for a drink for the rest of the week. The Earl liv...
Note: This story is the twelfth episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recomm...
"How long have you had those, ahem, kind of fantasies, Thurgood?" Melanie Durocher asked, and the fifty-something, five-foot-ten, statuesque and plump, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, matronly Quebecer looked intently at the six-foot-tall, handsome and well-dressed young Black man who sat opposite her. They were at the Tim Horton's located on Metcalfe Street in do...
"17, you're up!" he heard barked at him through the door. He'd just spent his first restless night at this place. At least he got a place to sleep alone. The first two weeks in the other sleeping area had been agony. Stripped naked, blasted with hot soapy water then torturously waxed bare – for what?! What did he do to deserve this?! He couldn't get any ans...
Sometimes, I think the worst thing in the world is unwanted attraction. I find myself attracted to someone that I hate myself for wanting. And the things I look at online make me question myself. My name is Richard James Edmond. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently moved to the Province of Ontari...
Midnight on a Friday night, and as the Masjid finally closes its doors, it's time for the faithful to go home after the evening prayers. Imam Wahid Qasim, one of the Somali Canadian community's most stalwart religious leaders, smiles to himself as he walks from the vast men's prayer hall to the ladies corner, after making sure that every last one of the men...