I'm just a brother who has always loved the white pussy. So many white girls just love the idea of getting it from a well hung black stud and I'm more than happy to oblige. I'm especially fond of the round, soft, plump girls who get so hot they sweat just thinking about getting laid. There have even been a few times when their husbands wanted to watch and th...
Good morning It's a normal day so far. As I lay curled up on my side in my cell, I watch the first hint of dawn through the barred window high up in the stone wall ten feet above me to my left. It's pretty. All rosy and pink. It's the only light since this cell is pitch black otherwise. I try to scrunch down inside the tattered scrap of rag that's my blanke...
It was a weekday night during a holiday week. Fortunately, I didn't have to go to work the following day. I was in the mood to go out and socialize, but sadly the weather outside was forbiddingly cold. With a feeling of resignation I strolled over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. I sighed slightly, thinking of how difficult it sometime seemed to encounte...
I was slightly nervous as I pulled up outside, it had been several weeks and I had missed her, and if the truth were known I had got out of practice. However I had finally got my timing sorted and I had a complete evening to ensure it went the way I wanted it. I sat in the silent car for a couple of seconds, sighed to myself, then got out and locked the car...
Why is it some mornings you wake up with the world on your shoulders? I looked in the mirror and suddenly felt my middle age. I fussed with my hair. There seemed to be more grey than ever. "What time is it?" Bob said, sleepily from the bed, stretching and yawning. I looked at the clock on the bedside table right next to him, wondering why on earth he coul...
After the first round of pleasurable fun, we took a small break in between the next stories. Michael went downstairs to fix us some specialty coffee while I setup the laptop for the next round. Opening up the page to Don's webpage, I scanned thru the first couple of pages of his 'Wild Night in Vegas' story which he wrote for the winner of a contest that was...
DATELINE: Central Aegean Sea. Cyclades Islands. Mykonos. Greece April 16th 2004. A picture postcard sun set slowly yesterday over this picturesque island. I am here trying to earn my living. I don’t remember how I stumbled into freelance travel writing, but here I am, twenty years on. I’m here pursuing a paycheck from travel pieces promoting the opening of...
I met Anna and John through a contact ad. Anna had advertised looking for a well endowed young man to "double her pleasure" as she had put it, with her husband present. She looked extremely horny in the photo which accompanied the advert, laying back on her bed rubbing her pussy dressed only in pink suspenders, white stockings and red stilettos. Regarding my...
We walked into the party and realized neither of us knew anyone. Both Lisa and I had decided we needed to get out more so when a friend of mine told me about this party we both thought it would be a way for us to meet new people. It was in a ritzy section of town and we told the guy at the door that Phillip had told us to meet him here. I think we could hav...
Let me begin by saying that this is the very first time that I find myself writing something like this. I am usually a man who doesn't say much, let alone a man who writes anything up. But I find myself compelled to make an exception. I am making an exception because I feel that it is my duty to share what I have learned with others and that by sharing what...