NOTE: This story was written by a virgin who has never been with a girl. It's 100% fictional but the character of Mo in spirit is similar to me, the author. ***** Part 1: Intro ——————————————————— 'Sorry, Mo, I fell asleep last night,' said Kenzie. 'Ah, ok, no worries Kenzie!' replied Moawiya, called Mo by all, hiding his disappointment before saying, '...
"Did you mean that?" Frank said looking into Jen's blue eyes. He gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "All that you said?" "No," Jen said simply. "I was dicking with you." Time seemed to stop. "What?" Frank finally said, his eyes wide. "You fuck with me Frank," Jen said. "You say, 'it's okay to still be friends with Mike.' I mean, really? Well, guess what?...
She took her time drying herself, then dried her hair. She examined herself in the mirror. She was everything that modern society told men they should be attracted to. She was blonde with big tits. She was lean where she was supposed to be and curvy in all the right places. That is to say that her abs were toned and her hip flare was dramatic. She did not ha...
"Come on, come with me. I promise it won't take long. You know the Goodwill drop off is right next door. I'll run in and drop the clothes off and then we'll do lunch. We'll have Chinese, it's your favorite!" She'd been trying to convince Annie, her best friend at work, to go to lunch with her. She and Annie had been hired at the law firm within weeks of ea...
It was Suzanne's turn to get the buffet set up in the Fellowship Hall so it would be ready when the church service ended. So as normal, she left the church and walked back to the kitchen area that adjoined the Fellowship Hall. There was nobody around since everyone was attending the service. She began to brew the coffee in the big coffee maker while she arra...
Mistress Feral had made me wait at the door for nearly a minute now and my nerve was close to breaking. It had been a long held desire of mine to visit a Pro Domme for a session but it had taken a lot of nerve on my part to actually arrange it and then to follow through and appear at her address. So I am nervous. Jumpy. And that is clear when the door event...
The ugly little plastic gargoyle perched on my computer screen has bright blue eyes now. They used to be beady little black eyes, but I found a bottle of glittery nail polish (don't ask) and fixed them. Much better. Now it'll remind me of what happened yesterday. I should explain. The gargoyle is part of a nameplate like you'd find on somebody's desk. The n...
I have a confession to make. I like to make people suffer. Most of them have it coming. Call me a sadist or whatever. It's simply my hobby. John is my name. Just call me the Anal Scourge. I'm a big and tall, wealthy and powerful Black man who likes to have his fun. Have you ever humiliated someone? Completely destroyed them? It's something I do everyday and...
It had been a couple weeks since Suzanne had seen old Tom, the black janitor who raped her in the church kitchen. She was afraid to be by herself in church, so she always left with a group so he couldn't trap her again. She had not mentioned the rape to a soul because of the shameful way she allowed him to take her and because of the way her body reacted to...
Note: The story below contains graphic depictions of bisexual activity and bisexual watersports. If this activity displeases you, please hit the return button now. So there I was, waiting at the airport for my friend Christine, and nervous as hell. Years ago, in college, Christine and I had been lovers. We continued to sleep together off and on for years, b...