"My God, you're beautiful!" I could hear the sharp intake of breath as I spun slowly around the center of the room, completely nude. Neither of them could take their eyes off me. Self-confidence had never been part of my personality, but in the half-light of Ethan's apartment I felt like a goddess. Giddy from the vodka, I watched them watching me and revele...
I had been at the bar about thirty minutes, waiting for my good friend Kan. We had planned to get a few drinks, and then head out to a local seafood restaurant, where they had a special on stone crab. After dinner we were going to run a few more of the bars on Duval Street, hoping to meet some interesting women. Kan was running late, which was strange for h...
"I want you," she whispered. Her blonde hair framed an oddly angelic, young face that suggested experience that came without time. "I want you more," an equally gorgeous redhead smiled cruelly. The vocalist mentally tabulated his options, realizing that choosing one would mean losing the other. "So, big boy," the blonde smiled. She was tall, leggy, wit...
Greetings everyone, Today you will be getting to read about my ultimate fantasy! Well, one of them at least... This is female/female as usual, and it is surely one of the hottest things I've ever written! (To me anyway...) This story also involves what I believe is my first lesbian threesome, too! I got this idea from one of my favorite authors on here, th...
Her nipples had a tingling sensation. They had been sucked and suckled over and over again, by four studs that were tied and blindfolded in front of her. It was an orgy she never wanted to end. She cupped her succulent breasts, and dipped her erect nipples into a cup of semen. It was cum she had collected after sucking one of them so long and hard. It felt w...
Man, sometimes you just get tired of the old shit and want to try something new. My name is Steve Vincent and this is an absolutely true story. I'm an African-American living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I've been living in the Confederation of Canada since 2009. And I'm still not used to...
You just never know where life will take you, man. My name is Steve Seraphin. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. And I am a Black guy who kind of had some racist tendencies. For the longest time. Now I want to be better. I want to open my heart and see people as people rather than lump them into cat...
Padding aimlessly through her tiny one bedroom apartment, Adrian wished there was a little something more to her life than just this and work. Not that there was anything wrong with this and work but the one night a week she allowed herself out of the apartment and the long hours at work were starting to take their toll. Lazily she scooped some peanut butter...
Alan was walking down the streets at a late hour as he often did, thinking of nothing but his loneliness and how to seek an end. He passed endless shops and residences almost looking for someone but at the same time not. He observed the bright lights and architectural accomplishments of the city with utmost apathy as he jingled and jangled the coins in his p...
The first thing I noticed about Harold were the toe nails, painted black. The second thing I noticed were the yellow frilly panties poking out of his denim shorts as he walked ahead of me, helping out Carol with the breakfast service, carrying over some dishes to the large table in the living room. I had emailed the two of them about our visit, but hadn't m...