Authors Note: I want to thank gotwood49 for being my inspiration in writing Part II of Youthful Pleasures. ~ ~ ~ "I know what I want. I need you. . . I mean, I need to . . . talk . . . to you." Those were my closing words to you as I hung up the phone. I know it has you eagerly waiting my arrival, not sure what to expect. With each meeting the sexual ten...
"Come here", I heard her call from the bathroom. She was getting ready for another night with him. I knew already what she would be wanting before I got there, so I dutifully got onto my knees and crawled down the hallway towards her. She was standing at the basin doing her hair. Her g string hid a small stripe on her backside but the rest of her was on ful...
There was some thing irritating in the way he talked about her… as if he was a super stud and she was dyeing to get with him. Ghungru Khanna had caught the fancy of my friends the moment she first walked in to the college. She was 2 years junior to us. The fear of intense engineering college ragging (seniors welcome the newcomers by pushing them around) kept...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my submission to the Summer Lovin' contest. Please like and share if you enjoy this one! * Friend, You're not wrong about what you said, I really was being coy. I know I have your shoulder to cry on when I need it, and you expect it from me now. That's what's so hard. You know something is wrong, but I won't let you in. Not this tim...
Girl I am interested in talking with you. I have been looking for a live-in female slave who is looking for, needs, and wants a strong Dom/Master, who is a disciplinarian that can and will put you in your proper place while giving you that wonderful feeling of being surrounded by your Master's loving, caring, and protective arms. If you have recognized your...
This is a follow up of my first submission, "Her Awakened Desire". She awoke with a start. Damn these dreams. She had been plagued by the memory of that night. It had been weeks and the memory of him, of his touch, was burned into her very soul. No matter how hard she tried, she could not shake the hold that he still had on her. She knew that it was use...
The knock on the door had been gentle. When I opened the door Kay's voice was very nervous. And now we were sat opposite each other on the arm chairs drinking coffee. And Kay was clearly upset. We had known each other for many years, but not as strong friends. Kay and her husband Tony would sometimes pass the time chatting to either me of my wife Judy when w...
Copyright 2010 Del Edwards Since Scott's wife couldn't stand to be touched due to fibromyalgia, the marriage was sexless. Lynn had noticed there was something special and private between Scott, the owner and manager of the business, and Peggy who was obviously the head lady among the office staff. The giggling, head nodding and sensual body stretching that...
Black men the world over got this nasty habit of walking around like they own the place. Act like they're the toughest guys. Swagger like they've got the biggest dicks. And I both love and hate them for it. My name is Jeannette Saint-Mathieu. I was born and raised in the town of Cap-Haitien, in the North side of the Republic of Haiti. I've been living in the...
It took her a few minutes to catch her breath and calm herself. She was exhausted from a full night of drinking and fucking. It would have been easy for her to pass out for the evening only to be found in an almost totally naked state in a few hours when the sidewalk would come alive again. With trembling legs, she pushed herself to her feet and staggered in...