Kevin's friends all came around next day. It was Saturday, and they spent most of the day at our house. I don't know whether they were hoping for another show, or if it was just a coincidence. Either way a was eager to flaunt myself. But while our mother works Californian hours, and normally doesn't get home until very late during the week, she's a home body...
Hey, there. My name is Alicia Sloan Rayshawn. I'm just a curvy and very voluptuous black woman living in Boston. I work as a nurse at Mass General Hospital. My husband Jack Rayshawn is a corrections officer down in Plymouth. He is currently studying Criminal Justice at Bridgewater State College in order to become a police officer. His father Armand Rayshawn...
As lots of people who've tried it will tell you, strap-on sex is addictive. It seems to be all the rage among heterosexual and lesbian couples, especially black couples. Lots of black men got this fetish and their women, some surprised and some thrilled, are happy to oblige. Yet another little fact which shall remain obscure in the eyes of the world. Well, I...
Authors note: I hope you have a great Nude Day 2004. You are invited to attend Sydney University's Football Club Clothing Drive When & Where: SU Clubhouse, 14th July @ 7pm Dress: Optional For each bag of clothing you donate, we will let you select an item of clothing for one of our lovely cheerleaders to remove. Start saving your good, used clothing n...
I've often been called an arrogant bastard with psychopathic and megalomaniac tendencies. That's not very flattering. I'm a free-spirited visionary who lacks a conscience and inhibitions. That's what I call myself. In the eyes of the world, I am Paul Jackson Billings, a student at the Alabama Institute of Technology. The world is mine. Nothing you or anyone...
The following story is true. This is an encounter from my days in college in the early 1980's. Names have been changed to protect the innocent (if you believe anyone in this story is innocent!) * When you grow up in a small Midwestern town, you don't realize how innocent or naive you are until you leave and live somewhere else. My name is Matt and as I wen...
When I was 19-years old, my girlfriends and I went to a college football game. We were having a good time, and as always were feeling very horny. Something about being around all those football players and the testosterone of football, made us horny. We were sitting in the bleachers near the field. It hadn't slipped by us that several of the players kept loo...
Writer's note: You may have heard this story about any rural high school in America. Urban legends are always better when seasoned with local spices. If you're looking for hot sex, sorry, there's just enough skin showing here to make it interesting. * The wrecked car is a local landmark on the two-lane highway that leads to the high school. Buddy's family...
Note: This Chapter should be read after Susie the Baby-Sitter (Chapter #1) for continuity. ***** After my late-night seduction by Susie (our baby-sitter) I found myself thinking about her all the time. However, my wife, Jane, was indisposed and, as we didn't need a baby-sitter, I had no reason to call Susie. After a week, I decided to ring Susie but, befor...
The time is 1950. Monique is your name. You're a woman living in a rural area, somewhere in Western Country, North America. At twenty eight years of age, you're still not married. And your figure went from tall and slender to plump and downright matronly over the course of recent years. When you look in the mirror, you see a blonde-haired, green-eyed tomboy...