Review: Melissa had just befriended a group of African graduate and post graduate students, with her body. She had become the ultimate white Jezebel for the men. And Jezebel had a very special meaning for these African men. 'Jezebel' even required a very special tradition, treatment or ritual... Melissa had not only just been physically changed, the most int...
Keep score along with her as Ondra, a 28 year old slut in denial, graphically catalogs every ounce of semen and every drop of vaginal fluid from her sexual exploits in her remarkably descriptive sex chronicles. She discloses everything to her readers, from photographic details about past and present fucks to her own quirky personal hygiene and grooming habit...
I. Rod Cochran, slumped in his car seat with eyes peering over the dashboard, watched a dark-haired woman come through the tall bronze and silver doors of the Essential Insurance Building. "Here comes your competition, Mrs. Sutton," he said to himself. Rod appraised the woman as she crossed the parking lot. She was a couple of inches taller than Mrs. Su...
Carol and I had been married for nearly ten years. We truly loved one another and had what I would say at least, to be a better than average sex-life. We enjoyed spending whatever time we could together, though we had early on agreed that we both needed some time to ourselves. For me that was a round of golf with the guys on Sunday every once in a while, and...
We were on our second Margaritas when Melissa caught me looking at her cleavage. She smiled and leaned across the little bar table, her brown, curly hair hanging in ringlets around her pretty face: "Hey, can I tell you a secret?" She and I weren't really going out, not exactly. I didn't know what the heck we were, to tell the truth. I'd met her because I wo...
I watch as a man, dressed as Heath Ledger's Joker persona, dances around with his pants off. A long tailed shirt and jacket cover his hips, leaving the specifics of his manhood a mystery. As if reading the minds of the other party guests, he raises the front of his garments to reveal a more than impressive woodie. "Yeesss," he yells in a drunken drawl whil...
"We don't share our men!" Sharon said to Willy. Willy had just made a joke, saying that Sharon and her sister Rose looked so much alike, if he were to come over to their house in the dark he would have to kiss both of them to figure out who was who. "We don't share our men!" Rose said, when Willy told her about the joke. They both were right, they never s...
The drone of the engines drowned out the sound of Eva's clothes dropping down her arms and legs to the cabin floor. Alexis and I just watched from our vantage point on the bed in the after compartment of our Gulfstream G650 private jet. Eva's gorgeous body raised our libidos as Alexis subconsciously continued to gently stroke my granite hard cock. One of Eva...
Late evening, day six of her totally unexpected new relationship. Irene lay alone in her bed, nude, spread-eagled, staring blankly up at the ceiling while catching her breath, her entire body glistening wetly. She was SWEATING -- enough so that she'd have to change the sheets several days early. But not this instant! She was enjoying the rosiest of inner...
Chapter Four Melanie Thiesman Carla picked up the other book. It was a journal, kept in a composition notebook. On its cover was, "My Journal of Exploration by Melanie Thiesman." The script was in a delicate and neat handwriting. Carla was sure that someone whispered, "Read. Understand," yet, no one was there with her. At 4:00 in the afternoon, on Dec. 22,...