Needless to say, when we four of guys re-united back in our house, there was some one-upsmanship going on as each tried to tell a more lascivious story about being laid. Except for me. I felt no need to compete. So eventually, the guys got around to asking how it went. I smiled. Will said, "Ah-ha! He's in love. Steve's in love." I kept on smiling, then sai...
My name is Steve Cherenfant. I sometimes wonder why so many young white women think all the black men on the planet are into them. With so many sexy black, Asian and Hispanic women out there for a tall, good-looking and college-educated brother like myself to choose from, why bother with some silly white bitches? Whenever I walk through my college campus, I...
Letter From Shana By James Pendergrass – Copyright James X. Pendergrass 2012 Hello, My name is Shana. I'm a 32-year-old, happily married suburban woman. This is the story of how my marriage came to be the way it is. Let's start with the basics. I come from an upper middle class family. I'm white, hold a master's degree, and am a marketing director at a...
I think I was about seven years old when we moved into "The Lane," as we called it. The houses in The Lane had only just been built but over our back fence were some houses that had been up for a couple of years. Immediately behind our back fence lived a young couple who had only recently got married. My mother began to talk to the young wife over the fence...
Sara is a hot attractive housewife from North Carolina. She is in her early forties. Sara and her husband have been married for almost twenty years. Sara's husband is also confined to a wheel chair these days. Unfortunately, he no longer can perform normal sex with his lovely wife. He still loves to use his tongue to give Sara wonderful orgasms. Sara has n...
Nancy was a little older than I, and my next door neighbor of almost 5 years. She and her husband, Pete, had had a marriage with some real obstacles since each had remarried some years before. A few of the problems were self-evident to anyone who observed the two of them for a while, but some were not so easy to discern. Like the fact that Nancy generally to...
Jonathon had to endure two weeks of waiting until his next session, if it could be called that, with Nora. Nora -- a name that might've once seemed unexciting, now seemed sexually tinged and full of possibilities. Nora began to play a major role in his masturbation fantasies, until what he was imagining departed greatly from the real woman. At some level he...
This is the second part of my story about how I became Jill. The holidays are over and I return to college and move into my friend Rikki's apartment. She had been a great support while dealing with the death of my parents. Her entrapment of me is stepped up. I get back to school mid-afternoon on Sunday and get settled into my room at Rikki's apartment. The...
My mother left my father when I was 15. She went off to "find herself" in California. Strangely, my father was upset but also understanding. I think that made it easier for me. I still loved her and she was in touch with us and said she loved us both. I believed her, but also knew that she had moved on as we must. She always was a free spirit and one that wa...
The world was not always this way. Though few remember it, and even fewer choose to speak of it, there was a time when things were different. Before disease ravaged the land. Before the great feminization. Before the influx. Before the Femocracy. It was whispered that once white men had been just that: men. It was nearly impossible to believe, seeming more t...