This fictional story contains two characters Heather and Betty that were in other stories of mine. I was so taken by how ditsy, slutty, and how funny they could be, I decided to write a short story featuring them. ********** It was a beautiful day, and friend Betty and I were sitting around the pool sunbathing naked. It was rare to be naked in the backyar...
Part 5 On the Sunday, Chris turned up at the café as invited but, unexpectedly, it was not Milka at the door when he rang the bell but Toma. Toma seemingly up for some time as the Expresso machine was in pieces and there were other signs of a major cleaning or re-ordering going on in the kitchen area behind the counter. "Come," said Toma holding out his ha...
Note- This is a work of fiction, inspired by celebrities and by no means a true portrayal of those mentioned herein. xxx "So. just answer one question for me." Taylor Swift thought Katy Perry's voice to be rushed and anxious as she spoke on her cell phone. "Sure, honey. Shoot." "Do you like anal sex?" "Babes, I LOVE anal sex." "I'll be right over." x...
She giggles. "You like it when I do that?" her finger sneaks its way down my back -- or along my back, being that I'm tied face down on her bed. "Answer me -- slut!" she says as she grabs my cock. My teeth press hard against the rolled up cotton in my mouth. She had placed her panties, oozing with her woman juices, there awhile before. Except I was not the...
This story is totally fictional and any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental. We end up going to a big lingerie shop and buy several pairs of g-strings, booty shorts, bra's, corsets, suspender belts and stockings of all colours and styles, which Shelley thought would best suit me and a pair of breast forms to give me real looking breasts. We then we...
This story is based on true events. I've modified it a bit to make it a little more interesting. My first story, so go easy on me! LOL *** For my wife and I, our nightly routine involves me reading a book and her on her iPhone. She sleeps in bra and panties, and me in just underwear. Often I finish reading before her and cuddle up to her in a spooning posi...
"Ding!" Adam heard his phone alert him to an incoming email. He briefly glanced towards his phone, halfway across the living room and wondered what work emergency he was ignoring. He thought better of it and returned his lips to Mistress Kristen's shoes. Adam applied small kisses from the toes of her pumps, all the way up the side and down the heel before...
Hey, there. My name is Barry Etienne. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Nepean, Province of Ontario. And for the longest time, I've been desperately lonely. Almost to the point of wishing my existence would end. My life seemed that dull, man. I felt like I had nothing real going on. From my classes at Carleton University...
Let's do this, I thought to myself as I knocked on my boyfriend Jean-Bernard Guillot's door. My heart went pitter-patter when the door swung open and a tall, good-looking young Black man greeted me with a smile on his face. I smiled back and gave J.B. a hug and a kiss, then he welcomed me inside his apartment. Time to get this show on the road, I thought. M...
Arthur Milton lay in bed. The big man felt a bit depressed. While coming home from the school where he taught, a group of hooligans called him some rather nasty names and he felt sad. These comments had really hurt. Arthur had always been a big man. Standing six feet tall, with dark brown skin and weighing two hundred and sixty pounds. He was a professor of...