It has been several months since Jen and I acted on one of our fantasies. She wanted to fuck a black guy, and I wanted to watch. She hasn't mentioned that night, and we have been having great sex since then. I wondered if she might be thinking about it. When she is out of town, I wonder if she might want to have another encounter with a black guy. I wonder...
1. I'm going to hell. 2. This plot was forced into my mind by some of my close friends through a slew of jokes and bad ideas. While the setting and some parts of this disaster are based on reality, all characters and intentions of said characters are 100% fictional. 3. I'm definitely going to hell. 4. All of Gen's thoughts are denoted by 'marks like so'....
Placing her feet shoulder length apart. Bending at the waist until her upper body is parallel to the floor, keeping her legs straight. She reaches behind her pulling her ass cheeks as wide apart as she can, insuring it opens not only her ass but her pussy as well. Picking her head up to look forward she begins reciting, "I am 100% submissive. I have no rig...
It had been a whole day since I had my encounter with professor Dunes, with her fine ass. Greg had asked me no less than five times what happened. I told him if he would have been on his job and not fucking off he would have known what happened. Even more so, he left me stranded after he got me jammed up. That was a fuck nigga move, but I couldn't be mad tho...
Most people like to have a mind's eye picture of what the narrator of a first person story looks like, and since this is a true autobiographical story about my personal quest for gender identification, sexual orientation and self-realization, it's probably important to the narrative, too. Physically, then and now, I'm almost six feet tall, broad shoulders, n...
**These characters are property of HBO's television show OZ, not of my own creation** ***** "So now you see my dilemma. He loves you, but I love him. Why would I want you to be free?" "If you love Toby as much I do, you'll get me free. You know he loves me more than he could ever love you." With that Catherine bristled. She could see plainly how sexy th...
*You might want to read 'Late again...' for a bit of background.* ***** The next day, I arrive at work at 9.00 wearing stockings and a much fancier set of underwear, with the requested story tucked away in my bag. I wait outside the office building until 9.02, hoping that this will be just late enough to draw your attention, and then stroll in, trying to l...
This happened a lifetime ago now. I was a freshman in college and had the luck to get an internship for a large company – which was not something they usually offered anyone of my class. The internship was in Chang Mai, Thailand, a place that I had never been or even heard of at the time, but jobs were tight in the USA then and the country of Thailand seem...
HER POV: It all started when I was on POF, that was my first mistake. I'd been single for about 6 months and been meeting a few guys here and there. I'm 24, single, working, and busy. I've got a life but I wanted to fool around a little, after all, I'm still young. I'm pretty slender, I've got a few curves, but for the most part I'm fit. I'm also blonde and...
I looked deeply into my wife's eyes. It was serious, she was on her hands and knees waiting to be taken. However, it was not by me. No, it would never be me again. She looked at me as I sat naked in the overstuffed chair by the bed, cock in hand. My tiny cock was hard as a rock in anticipation of what I was about to witness. This is what I have always wanted...