My suck buddy, Paul, and I placed an online ad on a swinger's board. It read: "MM seeks MMF Hi, we're two discreet, mature, masculine, good looking bi-oral men looking to bring a woman in to watch and hopefully some mellow play. Both very clean and safe. We host but can travel. We are honest and sincere and love private, sensual and uninhibited pleasures....
Miguel's bimonthly visits scratched her sexual itch, but weren't enough to keep her libido in check. Men hitting on her at bars, dance halls, and at school didn't help matters. She felt temptation's pull, but she also wasn't looking to replace Miguel with someone not so far away. She loved his letters and saw him in her future, but the separation vexed her....
Chapter Six: Bliss Michelle Murphy studied Tony Carlotta carefully as she sipped her Chateau Lafleur 1982. Only the best for Tony. He was a big man for sure but he carried his weight well distributed on his large frame. In his dark Italian-cut, hand-crafted suit he looked distinguished and projected an aura of wealth and power. To put it crudely; he looked...
So I was looking at this chick Tyan, from I don't know where, but she's at the same college I'm at now, and she's well, she's totally gorgeous, and so me, stupid, plain-jane me, was just looking and thinking all these incredible 'things' about this girl, and well, I just all of a sudden realized my pussy is totally wet and I have to sit and wait for my jeans...
Chapter Four - Initiation Mary Pilson had been working at the Chez Ami for six months when Millicent Varity asked her to come in early one day. Mary finished at the shop and went straight home, washed, fixed her makeup, put on her cigarette girl uniform and got the first bus she could to the Chez Ami. "Come in Mary; close the door behind you," Millicent ca...
I am a married black man, early 50's. This is my story; a reminiscence of real thoughts, feelings and events of my life. My decision to write it was born out of a private personal need for erotic expression - an outlet for sexual frustration. My decision to share it is an extension of that expression, but not an invitation for anyone else to use it in whole...
Roy was holding a bouquet of flowers. Not only that, but he dressed in a way that I guess was supposed to impress me. Cargo shorts like Chris, a hoodie, and his beat-up old Vans. Are you fucking kidding me? "Oh, so now that you fucked up, you wanna try to win her back?" Roy yelled, "Look, this is none of your business. Now go somewhere because I need to t...
My duties as an anthropologist had been kept to the classroom for the past year, ever since I lost two of my closest colleagues in the jungles of the Yucatan to what everyone had insisted was nothing but folklore. A slug-like creature had literally consumed them. The reports from some of the local guides were that one of my friends even went in search of the...
In a land far away and long. long ago there in a small village close by the great wood there lived a girl called Elaine. She lived with her step mother who was surprisingly, and against all the odds in a fairy tale, not wicked. Elaine, and many of the local woodcutters did notice however that her step mother had a wicked grin and equally wicked curves whic...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...