"Ma'am, are you alright?" came a voice, and I stared at the two uniformed men who stood a few meters from me, wondering why they felt the need to shine their flashlights in my face. I looked at them through dazed eyes, and smiled through bloodied lips. Oh, not my blood, I assure you. I fed on a vagrant earlier, and discarded him in a nearby dumpster. "Oh, I...
“Professor De Vries, a Mr. Wilson is calling for you on line four.” “Thank you, Joan.” Bob Wilson and I go way back. We were in first grade together. He now is the owner of Wilson Travel. I assumed that he was calling about some detail of my wife’s trip to Africa. “Hi, Bob, how is your golf game?” “Pretty good, John. I shot an eighty Saturday. Can I get...
Many thanks to Renee and Kent for their editing of this story. * Some of my old childhood friends and I were gathered at the local pub for planning what to do at our annual "Men's Club Party." Ronald Larsson was late, rushed in and shouted, "Can you guess what I heard at the Golf Club only a few minutes ago?" Nobody could, so he continued, "That super-as...
Lilith Pinkerton sat inside the Bridgewater State College library, watching Adam Warsaw as he fought back tears. She'd only recently told him that she loved him. The short, blonde-haired and green-eyed South African woman bared her soul to the handsome young African-American scholar who stole her heart. Adam struggled to find the right words, and in the end...
My name is Henderson Friedrich. A tall, good-looking young black man from South Africa. Born to African and German parents. My father Heinrich Friedrich is a German philosopher who taught at one of the major universities in South Africa. My mother Annabelle Joseph Friedrich was an African Grad student whom he dated and eventually married. Sadly, she's no lon...
The Fall Semester was just ending and although it was mid-December, the Maryland weather was as unpredictable as always. Anything from a heavy snowfall to a balmy spring-like day was possible. Today was in fact a blustery day, and Laura was happy that she could wear a floppy sweater and grungy jeans. Laura had been feeling a bit bloated for the last couple w...
Shoot. This stuff feels really good. I smiled to myself as my girlfriend Judy Anne Henriksen worked her strap-on dildo deep into my asshole. I stroked my nine-inch Black cock as my sexy, blonde-haired girlfriend fucked me in the ass. Judy smiled fiercely as she slammed her dildo deeper inside of me. Hot damn. Now this is some seriously kinky stuff. And you k...
Angel rose from her dressing table satisfied at last. She glanced at the clock 6.45pm. The Philosophy Circle met at 7pm. She had plenty of time; it took only five minutes to drive there. Her husband Mark would be ready to drive her there and pick her up at 9.30pm as arranged as soon as she was ready. She was tempted to ask him to pick her up earlier this ti...
Once again, I would like to thank Flavian for his editing expertise and logic. There is not a lot of sex in this story. ***** Jungle Fever---Two women and three men go on Safari. They don't call them the big five for nothing. The big wide-bodied jet lifted smoothly off the ground at Dulles airport and I thought, yet again, how amazing it was that airpl...
In dealing with the death of a loved one, a person knows that they are going to have rough times ahead. I recently found out that it can be somewhat worse if the person you lost is a World War II veteran. My grandfather was born into a terrible family situation. His father had been killed by one of his uncles before he was born. His mother did not want him...