Introduction: “My Little Slave” is just as it sounds, it’s about a girl who met an older guy over the internet; both looking for an experience or experiences that they would never forget. It’s about 11:00pm at night and Caitlin decided to turn on her computer and chat with some people. She was feeling a little playful and a little horny; Caitlin has always...
Based on a true story, plus a little more of what could have transpired. ***** The hubby and I usually do something extra special each year to add spice to us and our relationship. This year it was Austin. We wanted to spend a night out on the infamous 6th Street. We've been before and really liked it, but this trip turned out to be our best trip yet. It...
It was a cold, blustery day in October and James was due for his four-yearly check-up with the practice nurse. The normal thing, blood pressure, cholesterol and diabetes. He had to fast overnight and took a urine sample. He'd lost a few pounds since his last visit, gone to the gym more often and generally tried to keep in shape. He arrived at the surgery at...
This is my first attempt at this. Feedback is always welcome. Enjoy! ******************************************* It had been years since I last talked to Angie. Last I heard she had moved out west. Something about finding herself. At least that was the excuse most of our mutual friends gave. Angie was older than me, a senior to my sophomore status at our U...
Hi, Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, openly bisexual black male erotic fiction writer and men's issues activist from Boston. I get really mad when I hear people call me a misogynist. Seriously. Sometimes I really can't stand bitches but I will always love fucking them. Ergo, I will always love women. I love their butts, tits and pussies. I al...
It is a sad feeling one has when one's vacation is nearing its end. It 's like when one is forced to wake up from a beautiful dream in to a nightmarish everyday life. Andrea and I after we had spent a fabulous vacation on a Greek island discovered with sadness that the day had come to pack our things and leave for Germany. It was the first time Andrea and...
Prolog... I still remember that night, how could I forget it as if nothing had happened. My name is Kevin, I'm 19 years old. The night I spoke of, was the first party I ever went to, it was about a week ago, yet what happened that night still plays vividly in my dreams as I sleep. 8 days earlier... The day before the Party... I awoke to the silence of...
Hi, fourth part of the story. Sorry it is taking me a while, just sorting through some personal issues at the same time. Thanks for reading and please vote, let me know what your all feeling. ------------------------------ That night, Tom stayed with me. We didn't talk much, nor did we kiss. We sat in my living room in a comfortable silence, neither wanti...
This morning, I lingered in bed a while, wishing you were beside me. The day is overcast, filtering the light like a washed-out photograph, or a dream itself, and I thought of how you would seem like a soft, imagined scene in some movie when I woke and saw you there, your hair across the pillow, the slow rise and fall of your shoulders with each breath. The...
My fingers move over each button, taking my time, undoing them carefully. I savor each new piece of flesh that is exposed. My eyes watch yours as I finally reach the last button and slip the shirt from your shoulders. Your chest is now bare to my gaze, to my touch. My head bends and I kiss you, our lips melting together, tasting each other. My fingertips mov...