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...
After the very enjoyable and satisfying cruise came to an end, Jane wanted to take rest in a hotel, and suggested to Ted to stay with her in the city for a while. Ted readily agreed. They danced away merrily in the dance halls and parties, and enjoyed thoroughly. In one dance party, they broke free into an adjacent lonely and darkish garden. In the dance,...
Another boring day at Carleton University. The Capital of Canada can be a quirky environment. The only place on the planet earth where I can feel both invisible and the object of unsaid, unuttered hostility at the same time. Even on a campus teeming with East Indians, Arabs, Chinese and others among throngs of Caucasian students, being Black and male makes o...
As Al and Margie settled into a historic hotel in downtown New Orleans, they were impressed with the amenities of such an old building. After all, there was running water. And there was a double bed. Well, that was about it. There was no elevator and the middle-aged couple had walked up three flights of stairs to get to their room. There was no way to regul...