I was enjoying, if that's what one can call it, another ritualistic Saturday morning. My coffee cup was filled with Starbucks, a donut rested on a napkin on my kitchen table, Sportscenter played in the background and I was thumbing through the local alternative paper much too early for a late 20's, healthy and virile male that should have be sleeping soundly...
Welcome to Chapter Seven of my still-developing story, which is completely true. This story won't make any sense unless you read the first six chapters first. Click my profile for the link to those chapters. Also, Chapter Six was in the "Loving Wives" section, so you may have missed it. Click on my name for a link to that chapter. I love getting feedback f...
Ann & I had been married for about 7 years when her 35th approached. We had a fun filled marriage, and were very open with each other trying hard to keep no secrets. We also did not believe in trying to live the other one's life for them. Ann had a few nights of lustful adventures during our seven years, but she always came home admitting it and asking my fo...
This was written based on a true story experienced by a client. Contact me if you want me to write your story up! It was probably going to be the last party before high-school graduation, Matt thought to himself. Our hero was 5"11 with an enthusiastic smile and soft curly hair cut close to his scalp. His mixed white and Native-American ancestry gave him a s...
Fletcher (given name), generally called Fletch, pulled his suitcase from the carousel at Tokyo's Narita airport and made his way through Customs to the arrivals hall. He was anxious to meet Kaito and his wife Yuki with whom he had been doing business with for over ten years but had never met in person. They both spoke English perfectly. Formal greetings ove...
It was back in early 2015, about 3 weeks after my girlfriend and I impulsively tried experimenting Female Domination after a night of hard partying in an underground club hidden away in Bangkok Metropolis. I was walking back from the gym on this Saturday morning, reflecting on that extreme weekend, and subconsciously questioning my overwhelming desire to do...
Warning. This story contains male on male action, so if you're opposed to that, don't read it. ***** It was February of my sophomore year of college. I had this girlfr- let's be real, fuck buddy, who was an absolute nymphomaniac. This girl loved sex, as much as I would give her. Every guy's dream, right? Definitely helped that we were both in our "wild, re...
"You beast ..." Dorothy sighed, as Carlos' hands slid underneath her black silk nightgown to grasp her firm ass. She wore her favorite thong, or rather, Carlos' favorite; it was skimpy and lacy and tight and decorated with tiny red hearts. Here he ran his fingertips over it, blindly admiring it with his face buried in the back of Dorothy's thick blonde hair,...
"Your total is eleven thirty-thr...," the indifferent feminine voice halted for a moment while she regained her composure. After a few seconds, she continued, "never mind." The momentary surprise on her ugly face was nothing compared to the shame evident on mine. Working the late night had turned into one this drive through attendant would never forget. Gu...
My name is Morgan Smith. I am a fifty years old, divorced African-American handyman with no children. When you work servicing domestic appliances, naturally you come into contact with plenty of women. It is hard not to when you are in the kitchen. last month, I had to visit a woman I'd visited before and I remember the feeling that she had given me. This...