#11 Clarifying Masturbation "George, we have to have a family meeting! Right Now!" I was a jangle of unhappy red hair. "Sure. I'll call Jessica. Jess, please come down here! We need to talk!" As soon as she entered the room, I broke down and bawled. "I never meant to! It was an accident! I never thought it was contagious! Now I've caught it, and the spank...
All my life, I had the feeling that I was somehow wrong in being an angel. I'd always had certain desires that seemed strange for a celestial being. Even as a cherub, when I saw the Seraphim soaring upward ... my impulse was to go down! But finally, I thought I saw what part in the Lord's grand plan I was to play. No doubt, you've heard all about that ap...
So you call yourself pro-Black, a proud Muslim sister and Afro-centric and all that shit, but you still lust for White Christian flesh? I find that kind of funny. Ah, the many contradictions of Black Muslim women who secretly crave White Christian cock. My name is David James Lincolnshire, and I'm a young Englishman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of...
After my wife Mona had opened the door to having extra-marital sex, there was no putting the genie back in the bottle. We discussed what had transpired on the night she had taken not one, but two guys into her bed. She had been curious and talked about the idea for some time, but had never progressed past the talking stage. She had always felt that she had...
The name is Mitchell Saint James. This here is the story of what I've done. I am a district attorney working for the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A six-foot-one, lean and black-haired, green-eyed Caucasian male of English and Norwegian descent in his early thirties. By day, I lead a normal life in most aspects. Just a single heterosexual white male profe...
Denise and Mike were in the middle of a quiet meal, by themselves, at their favorite Italian Restaurant. Their daughter was on the way to her grandmothers and their son was at work in a nearby Japanese restaurant. The evening had been uneventful with Denise's salad and Mike's minestrone soup acting as nice appetizers for their main course. The service that n...
The name is Gunnery Jackson Gustave. My friends call me Gunn or Mr. G. The name Gunnery tends to give people pause because it sounds unusual. I don't know what the big deal is. What's in a name anyway? Oh, well. Anyhow, I am a tall and ruggedly handsome, newly out bisexual black man of Haitian-American descent in his early forties with some time to kill and...
I fidget nervously, adjusting my outfit for the 10th time. I'm wearing a black sheer skirt, short in front and longer in the back. It's solid to about mid thigh, and then sheers out. As I pace back and forth it floats around me like a black mist. Your flight is exactly seven minutes and twenty seconds late. Twenty one. Twenty two. I shake my head to not thin...
My bout with prostate cancer has mostly been an ordeal to endure. There were a couple of bright spots, including laying spread eagle in the stirrups for a trans-urethral ultrasound, a nurse named Beth making adjustments to the rubber hose hanging out the end of my cock while she took in the view before she started the procedure. And there was also this inc...
Bagoas sat in the shade of a tree in the central courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah in the desert of Morocco. He was a large person, well muscled due to his frequent exercise. Near him sat his body servant and protege, Hamid, just turned 18 and learning his trade. Hamid was fortunate to be apprenticed to such an important person as Bagoas, for Bagoas was Maste...