My name is Kendra Jones. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student at Barrack College, a historically Black private school located at the heart of the City of Champions. In the eyes of the world, I am a strong Black woman. Captain of the Women's Wrestling Squ...
Charlie was wondering the about the mall looking for something to make his second anniversary special. He new he could not top last year, he could not afford another Euro-trip. But there just had to be something special he could do... After an hour of browsing and gift buying he was about to head out when he noticed a new shop, it looked like a Fredrick's o...
Another of my continuing adventures with stockings. My wife had decided that she preferred black men to me. I am the one to blame for it but it has all worked out for the best. I have always had the most intense fetish for stockings, garterbelt and spiked heels. A couple from suburban Philadelphia started to correspond with me after my divorce with my wife...
Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your us...
You bask in your shower, naked. Letting the water wash your troubles away. The pounding water beating on your soft white skin. Lathering yourself well, anticipating of what's to cum, thinking of memories past. You hear a commotion just outside, things being set & shuffled, but you pay no attention. You feel the door open, a breeze catches underneath the show...
Tonight was the night that we had been thinking about for a while now. Your roommate was going home for the weekend and we would have the apartment to ourselves. Friday started off great. I awoke to you stroking my morning wood, working my shaft with one hand and tickling my balls with the other. You whisper to me "Guess what is going on this after you cum?"...
This story is based off a fantasy it is entirely made up. All characters are over 18 and you must be over 18 to read this. I always appreciate feedback and comments, and I am aware that I am not the best with punctuation and grammar no reason to beat me up over it... Thanks ***** After entering the house and stripping at the door as you instructed I fold...
After years of fantasizing and talking but never doing anything about it, as a couple we finally explored our first adventure into the world of swinging. We are ion our early 40's with 2 kids who are now teenagers which allows us to venture out more. In January my wife began getting fit and joined our local club here in Atlanta with several other wives wher...
He left me. Because of him I moved to this fucking city, away from my family and friends, away from my comfortable little world. I sit here in my small room, with nothing to comfort me except my cigarettes and bottle of cheap wine. Tomorrow I will feel even worse; lovesickness and headache is a bad mixture. The moon laughs down at me, his ugly yellow mug der...
Mistress Melody had become my mistress recently and I was very deeply in love with her. Melody is not that tall but is a very sexy black woman with long braided hair. Her dominant personality was over six foot tall though. I was a transvestite submissive sissy and I was her total slave. We both knew my little 4 inch dick would never satisfy her so she had...