As I stood looking into the window of HMV, I could see the reflection of a man stood behind me looking into the same window, but the strangest thing about it was I thought I recognised him. I looked around, and a smile formed on my face, yes I did recognise him, "Hi," Was the first word I said to you, You looked at me surprised yet I could see you knew who...
Sometimes, past meets present. There's really not much you can do about it. My name is Steven James Vermont and I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian-American urban fiction writer living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm currently working on a book about the life of a black, gay male state police officer, his family and friends, and their ups...
This is just a short description of one of my fantasy situations. It is different than my stories, and in the first person. Hope you enjoy it. ******************* I lay on my stomach on the bed, bound gently to the four corners, a horseshoe pillow supporting my head comfortably while still allowing me to breathe. The room is warm, the light a soft glow of...
I'm all about that ass, I thought to myself as I put my gorgeous girlfriend Kendra Jones on all fours, and stuck my tongue between her thick, grade-A, marvellously round and heart-shaped butt cheeks. Blame that song by that new artist Meghan Trainor for turning me into a butt woman. I love the female ass and I make no apologies for it. Lesbian ass lovers do...
Try as I might, I can't seem to forget those wild times I had in New York with some of my friends. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is T.J. I'm a young black man who is currently attending Emerson College. I was drowning in debt and things weren't going too well but I was determined to make it. I hated my life at this point. Oh, last year, I had...
Tying the second pink ribbon into a big bow on my pigtail, I have to smile at my reflection. Not one for parties, I couldn’t resist this Halloween one after you suggested our costumes. My sweetheart pink dress is cut very short, as is the starched white apron that criss-crosses in the back, barely covering the frothy lace of my crinoline. When I move, the dr...
I opened my eyes. The sun was blazing in through the window blinds. Quickly I closed my eyes. Moving was much too much work. I moved my head about 1/1000th of an inch. That was the wrong thing to do. The pain was immediate. "God. How much did I drink last night?" I wondered. Thinking back I could remember going into the Silver Spur to meet a few friends and...
His beautiful wife looked so submissive lying across his lap on the bed, her ass poking up in the air slightly. He was spanking her with his bare hand fairly firmly though not overly hard. This was pretty much the normal "maintenance spanking" routine, though today it was merely a warm up as today was "submission day". Since they had started dabbling in dom...
Freak Fucking Sex Parody My girlfriend, Chef Anne Burrell of Food Network and I were flying from Chicago back to NYC. I was horny... as usual... so I started feeling her up, while she read a book. Anne winked at me. We kissed and I rubbed her landing strip topped, juicy cunt, through her skin tight jeans. I was in the window seat and she was on my left. I r...
She couldn't rationalize to herself why she was there. They had both married other people, the wrong "people". The last time they were in each others arms was over 25 years ago. She worried about what she looked like, but to him, she was perfect. She knew it was wrong, but her husband ignored her, she hadn't felt this way in years. She needed this. She had...