Her ass was facing the window. It was heart-shaped with an exaggerated thickness. Her legs had the same, pneumatic shapeliness as they hunkered wide in her kneeling position on top of the bed. Ford was studying her reflection in the large, hotel window. Distant city lights flickered through the dark crease where her rimhole and slit would be if he turned aro...
The old dirty pick up rambled on down the highway with some Jim Croce coming from the radio. Ben sat staring straight ahead, singing along. Darla was in the passenger seat also staring straight ahead. Neither had spoken since their fight earlier. Ben remembered when Darla had crossed his path. He was in Brewer's Den shooting some pool against some city guy...
It was late summer, and the weather was warm and sticky. You couldn't see the sun. The sky was white-grey. It felt like there could be a storm later. That might have been why the boathouse in Oxford was so empty – the weather was rather too…well, too "English" for the tourists, and the students were away for the summer. But Chris and I had driven this far,...
Since my boyfriend and I live in different countries (he being in the UK and myself living in the States) and lead very busy lives, we don’t get to see each other very often other than online, so it is hard to have a regular, non-a-sexual relationship. The frustration is like no other, but in the end, it all pays off. Oddly enough, whenever we plan to get to...
I don't remember when I changed from the guy who never wanted another guy to look too long at his girlfriend to someone who needed to watch a man provide my wife with all the joy she could handle. Someone who would take Gemma to a level she'd only occasionally reached with me. We used to share wild thoughts, once another woman, all before kids. We had been...
"Man I don't want to be here." I groaned as I arrived at a friendly restaurant downtown with my boyfriend of 6 months, Trevor. "Relax, it's going to be fine." he assured me with a supportive smile. "You know how I feel about that woman and her daughter." "And by that you mean your mom and your sister." "Okay who's side are you on?" I asked accusingly as...
Hello, there. My name is Stephen Saint. A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Brockton State College, a small public college located in the city of the same name. These are the tales of my adventures. The adventures of a tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual student, writer and activist in collegiate America....
Hello, there. My name is Alice Watkins. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, voluptuous Irishwoman living in the city of Boston. I hail from the city of Galway in Ireland. My family sent me to America for my college education. We do fairly well for ourselves. My father owns Watkins Enterprises, a multi-million-dollar textile business. He's well...
Fucking has been something I was good at for as long as I could remember. Ever since the first time, at age 14, I knew that my pussy could and would get me places. Now at age 26, I had a nice sized salary as an assistant to our company's CEO, a penthouse apartment over-looking the lake and a sweet, cherry red convertible to fly around in. I am, however, not...
Prologue. Let me introduce you to Anne and relate some of her history for you. At the time of my writing she is fifty-six, and lives in her house in the hills. She has always had a predilection for men younger than herself, and in fact, "predilection" is a very good word to use, because with respect to young men she has been very "predatory" in her time....