I dated this knockout gal for about 6 months when I was in college. She lived with her parents in my hometown, and I lived in the other end of the state where I went to college. I've written several stories about her already here—"Feeling Kind Of Lucky," about meeting her at an outdoor jazz concert, she having her first group sex with me and my roommate on H...
Everything was perfect for two months. I’d come home from work and find Wendy in a different sexy outfit every day. Sometimes she would do a little strip for me, getting me really turned on, and then we’d make love. Other times, as soon as I walked in the door she would drop too her knees in front of me, and suck my cock until I threw her down, and fucked he...
I woke at dusk; night was just beginning to fall. A pale yellow/pink light flooded the room and then all was dark and silent. I was being roused from a deep dream - sated sleep, one filled with warmth and sweetness. I first became aware that my body was drawn tight, my arms were raised above my head and attached securely to my headboard, pushing my firm brea...
It never ceases to amaze me, the amount of things that mortals get wrong about my kind. For example, here's the one that irks me the most. Fallen Angels and demons aren't at all the same thing. When I fell from Heaven, it was because, like many of my brothers and sisters, I got fed up with Our Father's favoritism toward the talking monkeys He recently create...
Stepping from the shower you're not surprised to see me standing there, holding the towel for you, ready to wrap you up and rub you 'til you're dry and warm, with your skin waking to a pink glow, so you stand patiently and allow me to further erase the day. Taking your hand, leaving the towel to fall behind, I lead you to the bed.Soft warm light filters thro...
Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age. ***** My Beloved Emily, It is not even one day since we parted and already I am impatient for our next meeting. There is so much to tell, and I daren't trust the truth to ink and paper. What horror if this missive should go astray! The thought...
Nabila "Nana" Osman can be considered beautiful by virtually any standard of beauty. Six feet tall, bodacious and curvy, with dark brown skin and long, curly dark hair which she no longer bothers to hide under a Hijab, she is classy, lovely and timeless. Whenever she steps out on a stroll, whether walking around downtown Toronto, or casually roaming the ever...
An intruder enters Julia’s bedroom through the open window, he wears an old-style hockey mask to hide the lower part of his face, black leather gloves and black combat trousers with a black t-shirt. He steps slowly into her wardrobe and pulls the door closed without letting catch click into place. Patient and silent, he waits. Julia returns to her room afte...
She danced under the moonlight and stardust among her fellow ravers. In her aroused state, her soul intermingled with the vibrating rhythm of the electronic beat. She felt his stare bore into her. It was a cool gaze, one distant and unassuming. His unruly mop of curly red hair was damp from the sweat of exertion. His wrists were each adorned with leather cuf...
My boo is Haitian, and he's totally more chill and relaxed than the Somali and Arab guys I previously dated. He doesn't boss me around, criticize the way I dress or hassle me over tradition and other such nonsense. Even though we're from different cultures and faiths, or perhaps because of that, my Raymond and I get along wonderfully. My name is Zarah Hussei...