I am a very lucky man. My wife is willing, for the most part, to try anything sexual. She has made it clear that she will never, ever have sex with another woman, but other than that is open to most things. One day soon, however, I do think I will get to see her with another man- or at least have sex with me while others watch and possibly masturbate. She h...
A few days later, my cell phone went off. It was the safe word program with a job in the suburbs. The text was simple: "Rosie. 155 W. Elm." The program gives the option of leaving a voicemail and this client did. "Hi this is Rosie. I dropped the key to my handcuffs and I need someone to get me. I'm in the second floor bedroom. My fiance will be home in thr...
Okay, here goes nothing. My name is Steven Sinclair and I am a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Vanier, Province of Ontario. That's in Canada in case you don't know. I recently moved there from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. My passport says American, and that's true enough but I was born in the town of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. I...
Today is the day I have been waiting for. Dana's follow-up "service". Ever since the previous encounter I have been impatiently waiting for this day. Of course I need to make sure the quality of "work" meets her expectations. The weather has been extremely hot, and they say more of the same is coming. I wish I could wear shorts. But shorts are not professio...
All the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age... * Four years ago, Professor Johnson had made the decision to leave his position as a senior executive with a Fortune 50 firm and to take a position as an Executive in Residence at a prestigious California university. His motives were good: he had only a working class upbringing but had manage...
My name is Alisha Joseph. I'm a Haitian-American woman living in America. What I mean by that is that I am ghetto fabulous. As in, gifted with a lot of what's great about a woman, physically and mentally. I stand five feet ten inches tall, and I'm a whole lot of woman. I'm a caramel-skinned sister with long black hair and a curvy, pleasingly plump body. I'm...
(This story was originally written in March of 2000 under my pseudonym, SexeChickie. For personal reasons, I renamed the male character and changed the story from the first person.) Jenna had been lusting after Max for months. He was one of those tall and cuddly guys. He had sandy colored hair and these wonderful blue eyes. He always had a smile on his face...
The garage is dark when I go in and I'm reaching for the light cord when something catches my attention. Not a sound - I can't hear over the noise of the washing machine's spin cycle, perhaps not even a glimpse but some sense is telling me that I'm not alone. I go still and try to quiet my breathing. I'm completely alert and my heart's pounding - adrenalin...
I was giving her a massage. Of course we were both naked. I loved rubbing the twin mounds of her ass. She always took my rough massage silently for a few minutes but would then start with these little gasps of pain, intertwined with little mews of pleasure. I'd massage those magnificent mounds even harder, pressing deep, starting a circular motion at the s...
We were in the car on the way to that day's job site: another run-down ex-mill town we had to canvass for the NGO office. We'd been bitching about the stupid fundraising rap and about how "getting involved with the campaign" really meant "writing a check and getting back to your Times, your latte and your complacent bougie life," when, after a pause, Tanya c...