I hate festivals. I hate the toilet arrangements. I hate the general assumption that because it is a festival then we should all resort to eating burgers and other greasy crap and generate a huge profit for the entrepreneurs concerned as well as great piles of rubbish from discarded wrappings. I hate that because it is a festival then it is commonly ac...
Day 1- We stand on the end of the jetty and I kiss you goodbye. You're sailing again, my emotions viciously battle between each other. The hurt triumphs over the anger this time. It is always the same when you leave, me left feeling dismal and deflated with a touch of hostility burning in my guts, and you excited about your next journey. I have thoughts...
I was having the most wonderful dream. I was a warrior playing a post-apocalyptic killsport called PunishBall. Heavily armored and wielding a 12-pound sledgehammer I defended my goal against the evil enemy. One dared enter my territory and I stopped him cold with a mighty blow from my sledge. Stunned, my foe staggered and fell to the ground, his helmet torn...
On Friday nights, we eat dinner late, just the two of us. He works out of town all week, and comes home late Friday, sometimes on Thursdays, but almost always Fridays. I always cook dinner at home for him, and eat with him when he gets in. It’s a nice tradition, and we have so little time together, it allows us some private time. It’s not especially fancy, b...
Part 4: A date with men goes terribly wrong. Note: this is part four in the series about Michelle and Nicole; Michelle and Nicole first experience with males had been a revelation. They learned to accept lesbians and gay men as equally pleasurable though in obviously different ways. Dawn was the first to notice the change in their attitude toward males and...
Finally, the hug ended. She was secretly amazed that he'd actually shown up. It had been months. Months of "yeah, sure, I'll try" or worse, "no can do, babe". She often wondered which was the more honest. "You feel so good. I have missed you," She said. He reached back out for her and folded her into his body. "I've missed you, too. I hope you don't doubt...
Not willing to trust anyone who could use intimate relations against me, I had few dates. Except for Peanut and Sharona, I hardly saw anyone socially. My post-humiliation, divorced personal life changed about two weeks ago, when I got up to answer the door of my small house, down in Ocean Beach, below Point Loma in San Diego, California. As was my habit, I...
Good Lebanese girls don't suck black dick, I silently told myself as I wrapped my lips around Gary Davilmar's long and thick cock. Sitting on the bed, the burly young Haitian groaned in pleasure and ran his hand through my long, curly black hair. I looked up at Gary and he winked at me, silently urging me to continue. I'm already on my knees so I might as we...
My name is Ibrahim Al-Mahdi. I am a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic guy with light bronze skin, curly Black hair and dark eyes. I was born in the City of Khitan in Kuwait, one of the wealthiest Arab countries out there. My family has been living in the region of Ontario, Canada, since the 1980s. I consider the City of Ottawa my home. Even though I was raise...
Y.Z.: I'm such a sucker. Can't even believe the words I tell myself half the time. I let you back in my life and it eats at my heart and my mind. Randomly bursting into tears because of the frustrations of letting you make all the decisions in our complicated relationship. I told you I gave up on you a year ago, gave up on my dream of ever being your play t...