There are days when it just doesn't seem worth getting out of bed for. That day felt like one of those...how wrong I was. The early evening before the night was a really bad one, the guys and gurls from my ex-company wanted to "do" Amsterdam in a big way. As the resident expert I was the tour guide, bars, dope cafes, sex clubs, and finally dinner at Sleep...
The day had gone well so far with my girlfriend of the time having just left the night before, going out of state for two weeks visiting relatives. It was Saturday so I didn’t have to work, I had completed my chores... shopping, cleaning the apartment and doing laundry and had spent the afternoon ‘s cleaning time dressed up in my favorite of my three outfits...
As I wrapped up the spring term of my freshman year at college I found myself dreading the idea of spending the summer living back home with my parents. I had gotten very used to living my college lifestyle, one that was very different from the conservative straight-laced upbringing my parents had given me. I knew I would chafe under their rules at home and...
Trevor Guillaume is my name. The city of Boston is my home. And this right here is my story. What a mad world we live in. Every day that goes by, the human race disgusts me a little more. And I'm not just saying that because of my line of work. I am an Assistant District Attorney working for the Suffolk County Prosecutor's Office. It's not an easy job, or a...
The morning after the night of Kelly's party, I explained to Kelly that what had happened should have never happened. If she was going to be sexually active at all, it should have been with boys her own age, not someone my age. Even though she was over 18, her parents were trusting me to be something of a temporary guardian while she stayed with me and I fel...
Hell, I never did really believe much in life after death. I guess the idea sounded a bit like hope to me, so I have to admit to being surprised when I did find out. But my first surprise was I never even saw the truck coming. Fact is, I was looking across the street at this sweet young thing's ass. The skirt she had on came down just barely to the bottom...
The crazy shit that women do never ceases to amaze me. And I am a woman. The name is Mercy Jane Perkins. My friends call me M.J. Who am I? A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, chubby and big-bottomed Englishwoman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am forty three years old. And right now I'm dominating the hell out of a Black woman who w...
My wife, Vijaya, and I have been married over 13 years. I've built up a comfortable life as engineer, Vijaya as an IT professional with two over achieving teenage children and a nice home in Kolkata. Vijaya is having 36B tits and after 2 breast fed children, her tits are still perky. She is having 36 sizes of nice curvy bottom, cute face and very fair comple...
Special thanks to my awesome editor curi0us7r4nny for helping me make this story better and more enjoyable. It was a Saturday morning in April; the weather was finally sunny for a change, despite it being early. My mom told me she wanted me to ride with her as she picked my grandma up from work and took her home over an hour away; I agreed without saying...
Sometimes I think Ivan is just not the right name for a Black guy, man. I ought to know, especially given that my name is Ivan Chekov. I was born in the City of Alexandrov, deep within the Russian Federation. My father, Andrei Chekov, is a White dude of Russian descent, and my mother Rosalind Adewale was Black, of Nigerian descent. She died giving birth to m...