Introduction I traveled to a country in the Middle East (my father's country of birth) for 21 days over Christmas and New Year. The weather was fantastic 21C ~ 72F. The people over there are generally nice and warm; they are very modest in their clothing especially women who were covered entirely, except for the face. Usually they wear long black dresses w...
PREFACE What follows is a "true story of my imagination" and inspired by my Wife, my friend and their beautiful tits. When my friend, who I originally met through work, gave birth to her second child, she sought my wife's help and expertise with breastfeeding. My wife is a breastfeeding advocate and leader of the local breastfeeding support group. Since the...
The world was not always this way. Though few remember it, and even fewer choose to speak of it, there was a time when things were different. Before disease ravaged the land. Before the great feminization. Before the influx. Before the Femocracy. It was whispered that once white men had been just that: men. It was nearly impossible to believe, seeming more t...
As usual and always, thanks to Steve (CiaoSteve) for making my story so lively. Most importantly, all characters involved in sexual intercourse are above eighteen years of age. Lastly, comments are always welcome if they can help me in writing better stories in future. *** Some two months had gone by since our last meeting. It was the night of pleasure....
*** Disclaimer: The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fiction and all fantasy. All character are of age and are involved in consensual sex. They may, however, be inspired by true experiences in the author's life. Enjoy! *** Robert Delaney was a man on the younger side with black hair and sun-kissed skin. He was of American-Italian de...
Tom and Ann seemed to have gotten it all just right. They were so compatible and enjoyed each other's company so much. They were best friends who were married to each other. And the sex was great. Tom thought long and hard before he really opened up to Ann about how highly sexed, horny really, he was. He was afraid to tell her that he wanted to have a dyna...
I woke up with this story in my head one morning- I don't know if it was a dream or just an idea, but I liked it so here it is. "You can put your cold feet on me any time." Matt and I wrote our wedding vows, and this was part of mine. I married a dairy farmer. Coming to bed in the middle of the night with cold feet is part of the job. Matt's vows to me incl...
Last of Chapter 11 I walked into the house to find John sitting on the sofa waiting for me. He looked closely at my scanty, disheveled bra and panties. He said, "I hope you had a good time." I smiled and said, "I had a wonderful time." Sitting next to my husband I told him everything that happened, including the fact that I had a wonderful orgasm several ti...
Breastfeeding. Tis a wonderful thing. Now as a man, I realise that saying such a thing might see me mistaken for a perve and a creep. Hell, it's pretty hard for a guy to espouse any praise for the natural act of a woman feeding an infant by the boob, as the natural assumption is that most guys can't separate their base sexual feelings from an appreciation o...
The Neighborhood Preschool in Silverlake is a collection of low-slung buildings on the south end of the reservoir. I was running late, as usual, with traffic in the southland being what it is and working in the Industry with its long hours. Note the capital I in Industry – although I would claim otherwise to relatives from the East, I love the affectation. T...