"Sold!" yelled the auctioneer. Amid a spattering of applause, the naked girl hurriedly scooped up her clothes and scampered past us through the curtains and off the stage, giving me a shy grin as she went by. The young man ahead of me was next, and he sauntered out into the spotlight. There were a few wolf-whistles, and the auctioneer began his patter, "OK...
The estate sales people had missed it in the shed of the old country home. I retrieved it from behind a bunch of rusted garden tools. It looked like a crystal ball. Grease and grime came off onto my hands showing several layers of different covered paints beneath. Because of its weight, they'd wanted ten dollars for it. They taken two as no one could guess w...
That guy from Staind was right. It's been a while, but I can still remember just the way she tastes. My heart thumping, I rang her doorbell. It had been over a year since the last time Lin and I collided. That's all our encounters could be described as, the collision of bodies and need. Even though we had called it quits, we both knew it would never truly b...
The only light in the room is the luminescent light radiating from the computer’s monitor casting a soft glow over the desk where I am sitting. A kaleidoscope of sensations dances throughout my body, making me feel as though I am suddenly intoxicated. I can sense the flush of blood rushing to my face, and heat radiating downward into my loins. I am excited a...
I like big beautiful butts and that's no frigging lie. I don't care if they belong to a male or female. This fella doesn't discriminate based on gender, folks. My name is Marcelo Dos Santos and I'm a young man of African-American, Jewish and Brazilian descent living in the city of Brockton. Also known as the City of Champions. A five-foot-ten, light brown, c...
As Salam Alaikum, my dearest readers. What's up, people? My name is Hodan Kader-Hussein and I'm a young Black Muslim woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with light brown skin and a thick Afro, that's yours truly. I am a Black female professional and dress in a manner that's both stylish and conservative when I...
A new clamor interrupted Dr. Casey's own private scream of release; the one that echoed only in her head. Small crowds of drunken chatter floated by the side of the building as rodeo revelers started to head away from the stage for fresh drinks or make their way home for the evening. She could feel small whooshes of breath cooling her hot pussy and then Ra...
To the readers: If you are a female writer, I'd like to hear your follow up to these two stories. "Now what," she asked with anticipation evident in her voice. I just looked up at her with pine needles tickling my ear. Ticklish as it was, the needles had a neutral effect on me because of who was trapping my cock in her nether regions. I looked up at her gr...
It was one of those days the sort you just know that you should have really stayed in bed. I crawled out of bed at 5 a.m. that is what you have to do when you are going to move cattle in the middle of summer over here in the land of Australia, if you don't do that by the time you get out in the paddock you will find the whole mob scattered around under any s...
We were well met. I can say that for sure. After months of continuous contact on-line though emails and instant messages, we finally arranged to meet. She arrived in town late that morning and we spent the day together with yours truly playing tour guide. We ate lunch at a local favorite, saw lemurs at the zoo and went for a walk around the lake. It was a w...