Obviously from my login, wife2hotblk, I have a thing for interracial love. Honestly, I should have known this at six, when I thought Michael Jackson was cuter than Donny Osmond. But being raised in the Deep South during the 1970's just a few years after the Civil Rights Act passed, my family were actually very stereotypical racists. My step-father not only p...
She walked into the house ahead of me and didn't bother holding the door open for me. "Thanks," I said as I pushed the door open. "Well, I'm sorry. But I can't believe you sit and stare at some girl and I'm not supposed to be pissed off." "Look Jenny, we've had this conversation before but have never taken it seriously. Why don't we just sit down and talk...
The first time Brett Burgess' mother appeared outside his window he thought it was an embarrassing accident. Brett was twenty. He had returned home during the summer holidays from university. He was studying computer science. His term time was spent between classes, writing his thesis, marathon training and phoning home to Mum. Brett was an avid runner. He d...
My name is Christine. There are a lot of things about me that I want to tell you but I feel that you might not understand. Perhaps, it's because I'm one of those girls who gets easily lost in the mediocrity of the crowd. My interpersonal skills are somewhat limited and I don't talk with anyone unless I'm spoken to and usually, it's with the people at groce...
As it sometimes happens in life people have many things going on in a day that sends them in different directions. My wife and had a formal celebration dinner to attend while I had others things to attend to. Believe me knowing what my wife would have on I wanted to be sitting next to her feeling her silky hose covered legs under the table as she talked with...
This story contains pee and shit play and profane and blasphemous content. If you have an aversion to such sexual activities then please, do not read this story. ***** In the sunset afterglow, I park my car at the end of the dirty path leading to the secluded house. Others already parked. Climbed down, I take off my coat and throw it inside. I stand still...
(M,F, ponyplay, no sex) My college break could be worse, I thought while driving the back roads of Kittitas County in rural Washington state. My GPS said I should be almost there but I could see nothing but trees on both sides of the highway. "Turn left on unnamed road 300 feet ahead." Sure enough, around a slight bend, was a small dirt road winding off i...
My husband and I have been married several years and as I am sure any of you that are married can attest, sometimes sex can get boring. We have had tried some different things to spice it up and some have worked and some have not. Last summer I sucked and fucked the AC guy, who happened to a friend of Jimmy's from church, and it was HOTT. (I encourage you...
Juan Pablo paused in his kitchen to look out into the street where a short procession was passing. He always enjoyed watching the Quinceanera festivities, it reminded him of when he was young, how he wanted to act so grown up. Now, outside the young boys... young men wore their finest suits while their girlfriends wore fancy gowns, some wearing makeup for th...
Summer 1944, I was a skinny, rootless eighteen-year-old just out of high school. The world was at war, and I was waiting to be drafted. I'd never been laid, and there weren't many guys my age who had, though we thought about it plenty. We lived a ways out of town in a house at the end of a long driveway that wound through some woods. There weren't many hou...