After the closet encounter, Maddie and Aiden went about their original networking plans at the trade show. But Maddie's mind was still on Aiden, Aiden's hands, Aiden's lips, Aiden's di... STOP IT!!!! You have work to do! Stop being such a slut! You've got a lunch lined up in 10 minutes for crying in the sink! Just as she realized she was yet again walking pa...
Ron Franklin sat in his office. He'd just finished reminiscing about one of his favorite times with Ellen with his blinds closed. A knock came and he hid the tissue in his top drawer. He unlocked and opened the door as if he hadn't been wanking off on company time. An underling told him there was someone he needed to see. Xavier brushed his way in. He made h...
There are certain things one grows used to, living in London. The soot. The rain. The accents. The comments on your own accent, if you have one. Then, there are the secret pleasures we find on our own. Things we grasp at greedily and hold in our clutches. Small comforts. For me, coffee was a small comfort. Early in the morning before I was expected at the...
This is a continuation of Black Controlled Society, Parts 1-3. Please read those stories for background to this part. This is a story of fiction and all characters are 18 years and older. tommie woke up. he was in a large room with the five other white boys that had been with him on the bus. The sunshine was coming in through a window and tommie could s...
All my life, I've only lived with people with whom I was intimately acquainted. A year after I finished grad school, however, I found myself under-employed and woefully underpaid. My options were move back in with my parents (unthinkable) or scour Craigslist for the cheapest roommate ad I could find. That's how I met Amber. Big tits, an equally-proportioned...
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...
25 days to paradise I awoke in the morning on Saturday having slept exceptionally well. My balls felt free. My scrotum relaxed. A hint of pussy lingered on my face. Maybe it was this subtle aroma therapy that made my sleep so sound, or maybe it was having completely drained my testicles in my various sexcapades this past week. I rolled over and snuggled aga...
Jerry Moss was a man/boy on a mission. He was determined to wiggle his worm in the pond that he had fished when he was a little boy. It wasn't that he was such a devout fisherman, in fact he had no desire to pull the scaly things from the water at all. He was being drawn to the pond, like the bluegills had been drawn to his bait ten years before. He was pull...
"Did you know that four out of ten men in committed relationships fantasize about their wife or girlfriend getting fucked by someone else?" This was my wife talking. Tiffany. Petite, gorgeous dark hair, hazel eyes, and with lips that can curl into a hint of a smile and promise you a world of sin. In the lacy black thing that she had on she looked devastatin...
I couldn't tell you how long I've been away. It felt as if all my days have blended together. For all I knew, something that happened yesterday could have easily happened last week. My day generally started before the sun came up and finished well after the sun went down. Ambient lighting and climate control often simulated the normal business hours of the d...