This story is fictional, though obviously inspired by reality. Many thanks to the editor for their good and important comments and feedback. Please note that the story is in English, but some of the dialogue is French. ------------------------------------------- I ran into Rachel in the Gare du Nord, literally walked into her. She was buzzing along at her...
By Likegoodwine copyright January 2015 Here's a short story for you. All sexual partners are adults. As is often the case with me, my story shouldn't be taken seriously, just a few words put together to make people smile. Edited by JonB1969. Your votes and comments are welcome. For many people in North America, winter is this unpleasant period betwee...
I love Black men. They're so amazing. And they come in so many colors, shapes and sizes. I like them all because I've tried them all. Tall, lean and athletic, dark-skinned Brothers. Short, stocky and hairy Brothers. Chubby Brothers with strong bodies and cute faces. Light-skinned and pale-eyed Brothers. Brothers with dreadlocks and beards. Bald Brothers. Bro...
She headed north on I-75, through the heart of Michigan, as the warm summer wind whipped through an open window, tossing her blonde hair around her face. She wanted to get away from the summer doldrums which had surrounded her life and sought a more pleasant peninsula, or perhaps an even more pleasant 'penis.' She crossed the mighty Mackinaw Bridge on her...
I was a virgin when I met Paul and we've been married for seven years. A change in his job meant we moved to Kent. I got a job in the accounts office at a local firm and became friendly with a co-worker Carole. Aged twenty-nine she was a couple of years older than me and we had a lot in common and became good friends. We may have been on the same wavelength...
I work from home, I really don't want to say what it is that I do, I mean, after all, it pays well and I don't want to jeopardize a good deal, right? I'm single, divorced about twelve years ago, I'm fifty-two, in pretty decent shape for a guy who sits at a desk all day. Not particularly dating these days, either, don't especially like the bar scene and the...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me: Logan seized Betsy by the arms and threw her onto the bed; her surprise echoing in the dormitory with an audible yelp. The curtains flapped ceaselessly, warm breeze blowing in from a temperate spring Sunday over the Graymalkin...
Another of my very strong, dirty, nasty sex stories, where a Master gets to use a willing sub slut. Please don't read if hard and strong stories aren't your thing. Please note, I do love women, and am a gentle guy. I have found that there are many women who have a need, a deep down sexual hunger, for pure dirty sex for pleasures sake, and as part of that, th...
Jeremy grew up in a nontraditional family. His grandpa and his great uncles were all mechanics that traveled pretty much around the nation. They were always accessible to multiple sights enabling them to go to multiple jobs and repair, fix and upgrade all the back-hoe's, dozers, 'scrapers' and front end loaders as well as other machinery that was required to...
It had been quite a winter so far. Above average snowfall, below average temperatures and it was only January. But it was Michigan. Today was quite a different story. The sun was actually out, it was approaching 40 degrees and some of the winter mix was quickly melting. It was Friday, and everyone was looking forward to the weekend. Some accident right outsi...