To all my readers who enjoy inter-racial love and mature love, this is one story of many of mine you will enjoy now and in the future. Although the names have been changed the story is both factual and actual in content. My name is Jerry I have a deep down affection for two things ebony women and mature women at least 10 to 15 years my senior. I don’t know...
Cruel2BKind, thanks for proofreading! *** I'm rounding the corner when Monday grabs me. I'm thrown to the ground, and a familiar dread bubbles in my gut as I recognize my assailant. Fuck, I think. It knows. Monday is the jealous type. I'm a total slut for the weekend, though, and just could not say no to a wild night with Friday. And, somehow, the certa...
This is my first story and I would like to get some feedback for future stories/continuations. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As I turned the car off my two friends in the back grabbed the rest of our camping stuff. Lucy grabbed the tent while Dom grabbed the food. As we got out of the car and stepped into the woods of Montana we talked about how our road trip bac...
This one goes out to all the insomniacs out there: I am one of them, and at this very moment I am writing this at 1 in the morning, because of this terrible habit. * * * It was one of those nights. Those of you who are reading this who are insomniacs know what I'm talking about. For those of you who are not, count yourself lucky. It was one of those nigh...
This was written by a special friend of mine, I liked it so much I told her I would publish it here. She was overjoyed. I think some of you will be, too. She wants to know if you want to hear more. Dr S Crow * Being a midgette means I get some of the best sex a woman can ever desire because, being so tiny, this always means I get the biggest, thickest coc...
Well here she was, her mouth had been stretched to the limit and she had been made to lick up cum off the dirty floor beneath her knees, but still she looked up and smiled, what a trooper. She looked at Alex, and asked what he would like to do to her, and he smiled and told her to get on her hands and knees. Lynne did this and arched her back knowing she wa...
Marisa wasn't easy. In this way, she mirrored her life: Daughter of a once-bright mother, dragged into the trenches by an addict father. She buried the two of them before her twentieth birthday, and along with it, the entire prospect of love. Men, to her, were playthings-anatomy, a vehicle, distilled desire. But never something worthy of the library in her h...
Marisa, my girl friend who's brown (half black, half puerto rican), and I (yeah, I'm white) went out driving to see the colorful autumn leaves near us. It was mid week after lunch. A beautiful autumn day, peak color, cool and clear blue sky. We are in our autumn years too, both in our mid fifties. Being a couple for a few years we knew each other well. We...
A break up with a woman leads a young man into a relationship with her sister. I certainly never intended to hurt Dill. She was too sweet for me to ever want that to happen. Jane, now that might be a different story! Though, I'm not a vengeful person, in the back of my mind I am pretty sure there was some tiny kernel of retribution that I thought I might b...
Part 1: Debbie "I don't think that's wise. I'm not used to drinking. Besides, who's driving?" "Loosen up Alisa and have another margarita," said Sherie. "It's your party for god's sake and we're calling a taxi." Debbie got up and followed Sherie into the kitchen where they started mixing up some more frozen margaritas. The four best friends were celebr...