Mark Tatsumo is a half japanese half american guy who has just moved to the states to enter college. Mark himself is a computer genius but rather shy in social life, he has a huge crush on a dark brown girl named Sophia, who's also his classmate. He has long decided that he'll confess his true feeling to her on a good day, but that day ended terribly as he w...
The next day was beautiful, a cloudless blue sky. It was only 7 AM but already quite humid. I relished the cycle to work, the early summer heat, the breeze in my hair, the bare legs of pretty female cyclists at the traffic lights. Parking my bike at the stand, I unlocked our office door and headed for the kitchen to brew a cup of tea. After a few hours the...
Copyright ©, 2006. All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. Contains adult content. * Throughout a person's life, there come any number of potential epiphanies and character-changing events. The challenge is to recognize those opportunities, because the...
While Laurie was taking care of the temporarily deactivated Diana unit downstairs, Anya was still in the walk-in closet deciding what to wear to dinner. She had narrowed her choices down to two, but they were very different. She now wondered if she should just get into some comfy sweat pants and a sweater like Mike and Tammy were wearing or if she should sti...
As I have made a night available to be alone with my wife, our daughter and son are at their friends for the evening. My wife is quiet in the other room and I prep what I have been planning. I first clear off the coffee table in the living room. Then I go to the bedroom and get my items I have in the bedroom for a fun evening. First I get the lengths of rop...
He was naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Before he had entered the room, he had a name, an identity, a sense of self. But as he crossed the threshold to his Master's bedroom, he lost it all. He has no name, as objects have no need of names. He has no identity beyond that of a toy; his master had no need for another boyfriend. He has no sense of self, only a sense...
As soon as she was passed the custodian, she realized that she had been noticeably dripping with sweat. She reluctantly used the sleeve of her nice cashmere sweater to wipe her brow. She should look normal now; the black tights should hide the sweat and the sweater was too thick to easily soak through. Sue stood up straight, took a breath, and continued back...
Driving down the road in a little silver mustang and I was wearing some cut off denim shorts and a halter top that had a deep V neck in it, my hair was in a loose bun on top of my head with some of my curls falling down my back and around my face and ears. Listening to my favorite song on the radio and just speeding along, then all of a sudden I hear a loud...
Mary stood there and looked at Perry and Ann. She was thinking 'What now!' Ann was looking at here and with Susan out of the way licked her lips, reached over to Mary and twisted Mary's nipple. Looks like you're all ours. Mary jumped back at the unexpected assault, her pussy squeezed and a shudder ran through her, quickly Mary swayed, well tried not to sway...
Keith felt his cock throb as he admired his wife's incredible body. Lisa was wearing a tight white top that emphasised her amazing tanned smooth skin but it was her spectacular huge firm tits which stretched the straps over shoulders and strained her top which had Keith excited. It was just a quiet Saturday and they were staying in but his wife looked so fuc...