People think of me as Police Lieutenant Slattery's demure wife, but the truth is, Slats doesn't really have a lot of authority around the home any more! Watching me blow Andre that night was so painful to Slats. Physically as well for once. The evening had started out well... I'd been running my long magenta nails up and down Slats's hard cock, lightly s...
Six months later she was still pissed. No one had ever blown her off without so much as a "fuck you." What was worse, she'd trotted out most of what she'd thought was a rather impressive resume for this one. To no avail. Oh, sure, they'd gotten drunk, fucked liked minks, come all over themselves half the night. And no wonder. They'd built up enough tension i...
"Damn it, Jem! I'm a doctor, not a sissy!" Jemima chuckled, recognizing my weak attempt at humor as I tried to avoid the question. She was still holding the brief, lavender panties out to me. "C'mon, honey. Just do it this once for me, please?" Her big eyes begged more eloquently than her voice, and, though I didn't care to let her know in case it made me...
I think everyone has three faces, the public one, the private one and the real one. My name is Candace "Candy" Monteiro, and I'm a young Colombian-American pre-op transsexual living in the City of Miami, Florida. Anyone looking at me would see a five-foot-eight, curvy gal with light bronze skin, long straight Black hair and light brown eyes. I'm busty, curva...
Dear Reader: This story is a continuation of the story told by Diane Miller in "The Perfect Wife" and is now told by a new character Fred Clarke. The ladies of the club were out in force tonight, I thought, as I surveyed the dining room. In the corner I saw Bridget with her bright red hair and big tits sitting next to her distinguished, grey haired husba...
XLII Tanya was beautiful. This was something about herself which she knew to be true and which she did her utmost to use to her best advantage. But beauty wasn’t everything. She was also ambitious and she was frustrated by her position as a junior presenter on the evening entertainment show on Harlot TV. Sure, she was lucky to have made it in television, ev...
Sam woke up in a good mood, which was very unusual for him. He couldn't remember what he dreamed about. It must have been a good one. He was chipper all the way out the door of his dorm room and on the way to his first class. He knew that this feeling would be crushed soon enough. Today was another date in the corridor with Tricia. More often than not, Sam...
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story involving gay sex between consenting adults. I am in no way suggesting that the characters involved, or the actors who play them, are gay. I have no idea of their sexuality. It is not intended to imply the true sexuality of the celebrities involved or any personal knowledge of their private lives. The characters involved...
If you're Black and male in North America you cast a giant shadow over everything and everyone around you, whether you're short like Kevin Hart, strong like Mike Tyson or tower over everyone else like Shaquille O'Neal. How you see yourself and how the world sees you are two completely different things. Sad but true. Take me for example. My name is Omar Saint...
"Wahid, what would you do without me?" says my lady Nadira Singh as she lay against me, her lovely face covered in a fine sheen of sweat after some passionate lovemaking. I smiled and gently stroked her lovely face, then kissed Nadira on the forehead. What would my so-called life be like without her? I shudder to think. I found a rare treasure in this vivaci...