This is the continuing story of a white wife and different men, most of them black. If you don't like interracial relations, don't force yourself to read it. If you do enjoy the story, please be one of the one-percent of readers who take a second to vote. Your comments and feedback are always welcome, although I can't always respond for privacy purposes. So...
My name is Jim. I'm an interracial addict. Just an ordinary white guy who happens to love watching a white woman have sex with a black man. To me it is the most beautiful sexual union between a man and a woman possible. I tried to resist this desire to watch interracial sex over the years because I felt it was an unnatural and unhealthy behavior. Over time I...
In the last six years (and in the past three years in particular), I have enjoyed some incredible sexual experiences with a fair number of amazing women. Of those women, I would say three of them have had a special, inexplicable grip on me: Jessie, Michelle and Abby. My adventures with Jessie are well-documented (though I have, admittedly, left out some of t...
Crazy as this story sounds it is interesting because it seemed so difficult at the start and proved to be quite easy in the end. What am I talking about? I have a photographic studio where I work with my wife making an excellent living doing portrait photographs of budding young women in all sorts of poses. My lovely wife Gina takes care of the models by dre...
White Trash Ch. 4 – Payback's A Bitch Once again, I apologize if a half-assed story breaks out here. Just read the juicy bits if you want. I won't mind. Another fair warning though: While still a rude, crude, raw and gritty stroker at heart, if you're at all squeamish about harder BDSM, skip down to where Pegs joins the fun. Enjoy. ********** Stinky Pet...
Joan felt his rigid shaft pressing against her lower belly. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it. That proved to be impossible. It was there and it was making her wet between the legs. Even her nipples, which were rubbing against his chest, felt like they were going to burst. Joan knew that she shouldn't be having these feelings -- not with someone she...
He drove her home in the afternoon in his truck. She asked him to drop her off at the bus stop a few blocks away and walked the rest of the way home. Today was Friday, she had tonight and tomorrow night off. She would not be there to make his coffee, and then he was leaving Sunday to go to Daytona and he would be back the following Sunday late, so she would...
If you travel enough you start to see the same faces. Business travels seem to take the same flights. They go to the same cities. They stay at the same hotels. Everyone picks an airline or hotel chain based on a loyalty program. So if you spend a month in the downtown Hilton in Minneapolis, it's not uncommon to run into someone you met in the bar a year late...
Captain Dr. Philip Eames, and Me Michelle's husband dies in Iraq. His best friend dates her. ** How many times do you meet the love of your life, the perfect man, the perfect husband? Once, would be my guess, and that's only if you're lucky. Thorsten was sent to me from the angels in heaven, of that I was sure. Yes, he was good looking, and that's always...
I was tingling with excitement as our Tahoe jittered along the dirt road, its tires churning the dry Arizona soil into a billowing cloud of white dust in our wake. We were going camping. I smiled to myself, watching out of my side glass as the desert passed by. Actually, we were going fucking, but we were doing the fucking in a tent in the middle of nowhere,...