Hi everyone, Happy New Year and thank you for leaving comments and voting. Really enjoy reading them, great working tool as well. Special thanks to my fantastic editor, Maximguy, you're a writers best friend. Without further ado here is Chapter 4 __________________________________ Practice dragged horribly for Josh. All he could think about was the tur...
My name is Steve Vincent. A big and tall young Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Currently, I'm a graduate student at the University of Massachusetts in downtown Boston. When I'm not in class, I work for the Department of Corrections. I'm openly bisexual, and love to have fun. Whether I hook up with a male or female, it doesn't matter....
This is the continuing story of various encounters with Julie, The Girl you definitely didn't take home to mother. Julie was the sort of girl who made your highlight reel. Not someone you wanted to take out in public, but someone you thought about years later when you masturbated or were with another woman... * So, I left Friday evening for a wedding afte...
**This chapter is also based on a true story** It was two weeks after I had handed back Laura's French knickers that I finally got an opportunity to increase my experience in feminine panties. I wasn't sure how to go about wearing a pair of Laura's panties right under her nose, in her own bedroom, but I was determined to find a way to do so and it wasn't lo...
After the best sex I had ever had, I walked home in a daze. We actually had mind blowing sex another 4 times before I left. As I got home I had a shower and decided to have an early night. As I lay in bed I reached over towards the bedside table to turn the lamp off when I saw Emma's picture smiling at me. I felt a sudden wave of intense guilt wash over me w...
Awkward would be one way to describe how the night started. My old school friend Eric had come round to my flat for a couple of beers. He'd broken up with Lucy, his first girlfriend, only a few weeks before and was still having a hard time with it. The problem for me was Eric's habit of divulging too much information about his sexual prowess and he was tell...
Rain Dance Okay, now I know I shouldn't have done this. Let me set the stage for you: it's 95 degrees (a mere 89 in the shade!), and I'm 4800 feet above sea level. Not that there's an actual sea for hundreds of miles. Or any water at all, damn near. I'm sure a nineteenth century explorer or a Native American shaman or botany professor could scare up some a...
Now more than ever, Miranda was determined not to lose Martin. She was unable to stop thinking about him, unable to imagine life without him. She found herself getting nervous whenever he would go on trips to clients, fearful that that a plane crash or a terrorist incident would take her away from him; she tried to limit her own travel as much as possible, f...
... She stood there blushing, her hands shielding her supple b-cup breasts. We stood face to face, gazing at each other. Even with her best effort, her nipples were poking through between her fingers. I unbuttoned her white jeans and let it drop to her ankle, exposing a pair of sexy white cotton panty. Swaying side to side, Geraldine smiled shyly, biting her...
I pulled the black Chevy Suburban over to United arrivals lane at Bozeman Airport. I was late and she was already outside waiting with her two large brown suitcases and a smaller black one. Jesus, she brought a lot of gear for a short ski weekend. She was also shivering. Maddy was always cold. Her tall, skinny body and low body fat made her an easy target fo...