Want to hear a crazy thing? It didn't happen to me; it happened to a guy I know. Back then, Raymond was maybe thirty-five, good build, distinguished-looking guy, an executive in Manhattan. He wore a suit every day and carried a light-brown leather briefcase. He rode the subway, the "F" train, that starts far out in Brooklyn and runs into Manhattan. Summers...
Chapter Six will compress time a bit more forward in moving the story through time. It will be set two months forward from the original start date of the story in Chapter One, when Helen found out her husband Phil enjoyed crossdressing and fantasized about being sissy maid and a sissy slut. It all picks up with bit of recollecting from Phil who is now Chante...
"Breath, just breath...." I thought to myself as I held what I would've previously thought of an impossible position. My wife got me into yoga, and though it was doing wonders to my mind and body, some positions were easier than others for me. I looked over my shoulder at my wife, and seeing her dark skin glisten with the light, it made it all worth it. Her...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ——————— Cinnamon Sugar Kelsey graduated from high school on a warm June day, along with eighty-five smiling classmates. The ceremony took place on the football field. The auditorium was ready in case of rain, but it was a beautiful early summer day, with wispy clouds and golden s...
"What's up brother?" It's me, Kiah, your Black Mistress. You're here because you've been scouring the Internet, and you can't find what you seek. Those porn sites are dull and boring as fuck. They were not created with you in mind. All you ever see is stuff for White guys, as if Black men with complicated desires don't exist. You're not a Bull, a BBC, or any...
The holiday season was in full swing. When Charity was at home in St. Louis for Thanksgiving, Kay and Bobby had their annual Turkey Leftovers party. It was a tradition they'd started a decade ago — a day-after-Thanksgiving orgy that always featured writhing naked bodies smeared with warm pumpkin pie filling, cranberry sauce and turkey gravy. Clean up was a b...
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Kelsey had a busy Saturday. After helping with the clean-up at home, she drove over to Raymond's and spent some time with him. He'd already begun loading up his car, and was going through clothes in his room when she got there. He was nervous about moving to Brooklyn. He grew up in New York State, only five hours away from the big city, but he'd never been t...
"Your mom tells me you'd like have a party," Bobby said. He was sitting at the breakfast table, sipping coffee with Kelsey, Kay and Sharron. "What do you think, Daddy? Doesn't it sound fun?" Kelsey asked. "It does, but have you thought about it from all the different angles?" he asked. "Mixing your younger friends with older generations from the same, smal...
Back in 1981 Danny Crane was a fairly average 18 year old boy, a sports fan who obsessed about sex like most of his peers. Unfortunately for Danny, his lack of confidence and self esteem combined to make him the only virgin in his circle of friends, although he did eventually claim to have had sex with somebody just to get the teasing to stop. What Danny di...