We've enjoyed a night on the town, a lovely meal, champagne and dancing. The entire night is foreplay. Our fingers tangle across the table, his sensitive fingertips grazing a line on my wrist, my waist, my neck. Claiming and stamping my body as his own. My hand drifts across his thigh beneath the tablecloth, coming within millimeters of what I know must be a...
The post on Craig's List was titled "BBC FOR WHITE WIFE" Naturally this struck my curiosity amongst the otherwise mindless postings. The well written post came with a photo validating the stated "well-hung" description of his manhood. I already knew that many black men realize their desire and appeal among sexual white couples. It came as no surprise, yet, t...
She squinted at the sign across the alley from the car wash where her vintage Datsun was being detailed. Tuesday Night Music Club. She hadn't heard live music in years. She couldn't even get her husband to take her dancing. Maybe I could just wait there instead of out here, she thought. She took a seat at the bar, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark....
I was immediately enthralled. Her big brown eyes, her warm smile on a beautiful dark face framed by neatly trimmed, streaked shoulder length hair captivated me. She entered gracefully with an air of confidence, dressed and groomed perfectly. My being a 55 year old, white male and she a mature, black woman did not lesson my delight at sighting a most beautifu...
The party was dull. He had known it would be, and he still wasn't quite sure why he had bothered to rent out the tuxedo, let alone turn up in the first place. It seemed that most of the people he knew had had the same thoughts, but had acted on them, instead of blindly accepting an invite to this plethroic mound of dirge. What was worse, was that everyone el...
As I pulled on my new mini skirt I wondered to myself why I was getting so dressed up just to go to the local with my boyfriend. Two months of working until the early hours of the morning must have taken their toll on my social life and I now found myself taking any little opportunity to get my glad-rags on. But I felt good about the way I looked (for once),...
There were only two couples left in the restaurant. I bussed a nearby table for Matt, whom I'd sent home sick earlier, and listened to the sultry banter of the younger couple. The older couple was almost done, I'd checked on them a few minutes prior. The young couple (newlyweds perhaps?) were too busy staring at each other than to do much justice to the cour...
Monday morning, too early for a student, but I had accepted an invitation to return to my old college to advise parents on their childrens university choices. They thought that having finished my first year of uni, Iwould be useful, I didn’t. I did it because I beleive in Karma, and I most definitely deserved a good turn. I got to the college, at about ten t...
My name is Mistletoe Kringle. I prefer Misty. I'm on Daddy's naughty list. I mean, I have been for some time, but now I'm sort of at the top of it. I don't really understand why. I mean, I'm just continuing the family tradition of giving. Is it really important that instead of a wooden top, I give head? Or instead of a bicycle for them to ride, I let them r...
This is my first story. I know that this is a tough crowd to please, so I am expecting a fair amount of feedback that may not be pleasant. I will say that this story is loosely based on a situation that a friend of mine found himself in. Constructive comments are always welcome. Stupid ones that add no advice on ways to get better will be ignored. There is n...