Welcome to Chapter 9. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback. Laura's story continues. Now Barry is back... Again, I would appreciate your reviews/comments/suggestions. ***** Waking up on Sunday was hard to do. Saturday had been a very full and exciting day, and today I was going to have to work with Barry again. Even working on Sunday shouldn't fill yo...
Here is something I wrote whilst recovering from recent surgery. I hope you like it! Greg twisted his solid six foot frame in his airline seat, putting his feet in the aisle to allow the grey haired lady, to whom he'd given his allocated window seat, to take her fourth trip to the restroom in three hours. Each time, she had managed to trample on his feet...
Meet Joseph Marc Antoine, a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Joseph is a brother with something of a dilemma. Lots of brothers have a predilection for chasing White women, and that's far from uncommon. Still, Joseph's situation is fairly unique. He doesn't like today's lively, fearless and outgoing young White women w...
So Gramma and her friend have a habit of washing themselves in the creek that flows through our family's farm. I had seen this for years and thought nothing of it, though I always tried to watch them, being a horny 18 year old. It didn't matter to me that they were old or that one of them is my own Gramma. I've seen Gramma lift up her loose skirt and wash h...
"OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!" Jamie Lee Curtis leans back, riding my fourteen inch cock, on my brown leather office sofa, while I look at some program notes my wife Kim Kardashian handed me when she walked in about two minutes ago. Jamie Lee's eyes roll back in her head, her body smack dab in the middle of a full body orgasmic spasm. My cock gets that...
Blacks, whites, darks and lights, I have never been one that likes going to the laundry mat. Being a single man, that is only renting an apartment, and doesn't have the amenities of a full house, kind of puts a strain on the personal life when it comes to the chores. Especially Laundry! Week after week, it's the same old thing. Separate all of my clothing,...
Her friend Kat from uni had found herself the perfect summer job. She had to house-sit some castle in Romania and take care of the guided tours for English or German tourists there. When she had offered Emma to come stay with her for a week the dead-poor 19 year old student had jumped to the occasion. Budget flights were less than 50 euro and the local trans...
NOTE: This is one of the ongoing chapters of me growing up in the Midwest in the late spring and early summer of 1971 before moving to AZ to live with my grandmother and attend college. All persons in this and any of my stories are of at least 18 years of age and the names have been changed to protect the innocent. These chapters cover the times that I w...
Phone rang early on Saturday morning; I was still asleep, it was my weekend off work and wanted a lay in. I wasn't going to answer it but when I looked at who was calling; it was my brother's home number. I answered the phone, "Hello," in a groggy morning voice. It was my brother's wife Tracey. Tracey was twenty-two and an athlete, a four hundred meter run...
(Ongoing series of stories about sexy older women who love using young studs as their cum-fed sex slaves!) * It was a beautiful day for a walk. Annabelle Shaw, 62, was a gorgeous, well kept and very powerful CEO of a Fortune 500 company, working hard and playing harder -- usually with one of a cadre of well-hung, cum-filled studs she had at her disposal,...