My wife and I were staying in a motel on the way back from holiday. We checked in around 3 pm and relaxed poolside until dinner. This evening happened to be a special one with a barbecue served by the motel staff. We dressed casually and joined about 10 other couples for the barbecue. Pleasant conversation and nice people. Sometime later on, as the barbecu...
After that evening with Rakesh where I had helped him to jack off, whatever barriers were there between us crumbled. We had seen each other naked and we had shared some more secrets. It was like we were walking down a path of no return. A few months later, my husband and I went for a holiday to Matheran, a place near Mumbai. With us were another couple who...
When Friday drew to a close, I felt sure I had aced my school finals, securing my scholarship to State U. Now there were only a few days of school left and I would be able to spend more nights at Mavis' house. Like any 18 year old, the prime thing on my mind was fucking and she had proven to love fucking. By ten that night I was in my room, awaiting a signa...
The following is a letter of reply to my friend who just wrote about his wife's first 'date'. Fellow cuckold, I enjoyed your tale. I know that it was true because I could have written it exactly as you did. Like you, at around 40 my petite wife of 23 years who'd had 6 kids and was into her 'sexual peak years' also took on lovers at my request and encourag...
Sitting on the toilet inside the women's washroom of the Wal-Mart at Barrhaven, I sighed. That's right, pretty Muslim ladies in Hijab do fart, folks. Sorry if that shocks you. Seriously, I shouldn't have had that burger and those fries at the in-store MacDonald's restaurant. After farting a whole damn lot and basically dropping a deuce, I wiped my ass, pulle...
My name is Marguerite Bonheur Sinclair, and I'm here with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on January 2, 1961. My family has been in Canada ever since the region of Quebec was called New France. I'm as French-Canadian as the fleur-de-lys itself, which kind of bothers my friends when they find out about my preference in...
"I thank Heaven that I found a husband who respects my religion and accepts me with all of my flaws, this man loves all of me, including my damn awful farts," Mariam Sarmadi-Diallo said, as she sat in the Women's Circle. Surrounded by her fellow practitioners of the Bahá'í Faith, the raven-haired young Persian woman spoke without fear or shame. Her statement...
A lot of people are saying some disturbing things about the State of the Black Community in North America, the burdens of the Black man and the plight of the Black woman. What do I have to say to all those haters? Um....how about fuck you? Everybody has problems. The Black person doesn't own sin. And plenty of us are doing alright, thank you very much. My n...
I will receive endless condemnation for what I'm about to do, but I don't care. At what point does my life belong to me? My name is Azhaar Tawwab Azzam. I am fifty two years old. I live in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota, and I've lived there for thirty years. Ever since I left the Dagari region of the Somali Republic. I love Minnesota, it's the most beau...
This is the second in what I hope will be a series of stories about Jack, a senior citizen who discovers there is still life after loosing his wife of 53 years in a tragic auto crash. There are some references in this episode to facts that were described in the first post. If you are interested, please search for it and read it to get a better idea of Jack's...