You know that old saying, "Shit happens?" Well what would you call it when that shit turns out to be of the lucky variety? I'll tell you what, from now on when things just naturally go golden, I'm going to remember a sweet young thing who liked to go "Woowoo!" Let me explain! Recently my buddy Chuck and I decided to visit a friend from back in our college d...
I've been reading the stories on this site for a few years and I thought I'd share an experience that happened this summer. I hope you enjoy it. ***** I'm 24 years old. I have brown hair, brown eyes, full lips, and 34c breasts, and I'm 5 feet four inches tall. I've put on a bit of weight since high school, but i still get looks when I dress up, or even whe...
Alice surveyed the room. It was the first time she'd been in the room since she'd dropped Patricia off for the start of her freshman year at Kennedy College. She was surprised to learn that Patricia's roommate would be a guy, but Kennedy was a small, private liberal arts college and they were a little short on resources. Patricia was lucky enough to be one...
As Mistress checked the goings-on in the kitchen I heard the first bell ring. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and held my confidence in check. I knew I looked a little ridiculous in this outfit, but whatever pleased Mistress pleased me even more. A calm rested over me as I opened the door to our first guests. I recognized them from the fetish clubs...
CAUTION: This is not the usual story I write of affectionate interaction among women and men. It is a story of an abusive, using relationship that happens to be between a black man and a white woman. If this kind of thing bothers you, you probably shouldn't read it. The story is strictly a work of fiction, and is not meant to be a representation of a typical...
Jenny and I were just about to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. We first met about five years prior, while working at a local gym as personal trainers as we were putting ourselves through university. Jenny taught yoga and cardio classes, while I was a one-on-one circuit and weight trainer. When we finished university, Jenny became a teacher and I b...
No one word could be used to describe how they felt towards each other, the spark between them was ever-present and translated into so many other feelings; lust, fire, “juice,’ and passion coupled with a respect and near admiration for each other. So strange to look at another and see so much of one’s own self staring back, at times, perhaps, almost unnervi...
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose -- or as we say in English, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I would have thought that after a year and a half, Steve would have tired of Mary Ann but no such luck. If anything, the pace and depth of their relationship has deepened over time. It certainly has for Mary Ann and to an extent for Steve...
Steve's note, detailing his seduction and bedding of Mary Ann, was a real haymaker. My sweet, lovely, naïve ex-girlfriend had not only spread her legs for Steve but had been allowed him to inseminate her as well - and not just once but over and over again. My imagination had free rein and it took little effort to visualize his all too familiar erect penis sh...
"My mother told meIf I was goodThat she would buy meA rubber dolly." Kyle sang softly to himself, before bursting out laughing. His mother, being dead, would never have any way of knowing it, but she had bought him the rubber dolly he was tugging out from under his bed. She would NEVER have willingly bought her for him, whether he was good or not. His mothe...