The bar was quiet when she walked in, only three customers and the bartender. She remembered his name was Jake. This was her first time since the breakup, and she felt out of place. He looked away from the television at the sound of the door, as did the three males who seemed more interested in her than the basketball game. She found a stool and sat, smili...
*****Here is chapter two of the story. I had planned on submitting this much sooner, but had some unexpected things happen in the world outside of my computer. :) As for a comment I had received privately about this story being about a husband disciplining his wife in anger...all I can say is read on...and continue to send feedback...I really really do appre...
I fucking loved high school; I definitely got some of the hottest ass ever during those years. My school had some of the hottest bitches ever made, and some of them were the hottest fucks I got in my life. I was the QB for our football team, and my best bro Jase is the running back. He and I did some fucked up shit during the year (especially with the strip...
My girlfriend, Natalie, lets out a sigh. I've heard it countless time before but each new time feels like the first. Her blonde hair looks perfect, each hair in its rightful place. Everything about her looks as if it's in its rightful place. I know better though. I know better because at this very moment, she's fully impaled on her lover's cock. Chad's cock....
Sitting at the Basket Ball game watching the men go back and forth. I catch my eye on one man, tall, dark and very handsome. I seen the bulge in his shorts and can only imagine what he would feel like inside me. I let my mind wonder so that I don't even see the game anymore. I imagine you standing over me, watching the sweat glisten on your skin. Mmmmm, my b...
I sat at the computer trying my hardest not to eaves drop. Although, they merely seemed to be engrossed in a rather dull conversation, my anticipation for what might happen nagged at me. I could only make out a word or two and could not come even remotely close to the topic of discussion. My solitaire game was beginning to show its boredom as I continually c...
Mistletoe Lane #5 Kerri When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who wo...
Natasha is a big lady, especially compared to me. But I like them big. I like being enveloped by their huge tits and strong arms and legs. I also like it that Nat, as I call her, cares little about adapting to her new home here in Idaho. I got her as a mail order bride and I knew she had something of a past. When I first looked at her at the airport in Boise...
My name is Arthur Brown. A tall, good-looking young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I have an important message to share with you. In celebration of the race created to kick the collective ass of the universe, I give you the African-American National Anthem. We’re living in the best of times right now. The rest of America suffers b...
Supper. The food was bad. We chatted as we awaited the other couple's arrival. To omit the boring stuff, the four of us were eventually holed up in a lil cozy hotel room. I lounged on the bed, against the headboard. Susan (not her real name, duh) chose to take one of the rattan armchairs and her partner Simon took the other one, leaving my lover the last s...