It has been a while since I have been able to contribute a story to this site, I am happy to be back and I hope that you guys will like this story. It does end with a little man on man action, but it fits the theme of the story. Please remember to vote and let me know what you think. I have never written a story with a man on man scene so let me know what yo...
"You can't come with me. The neighbors might see," I said. "Gots to make sure yo dressed appropriate for our date," He slapped my ass like he owned it, "Get goin', ho." I didn't argue. I retrieved just my trench coat and threw it on before we left. It was getting dark so I thought with relief maybe the neighbors wouldn't see us. He drove as I directed him...
One day over a year later, Christy calls me. I asked her why she had not called me until now. She explained after having sex with all those black men she was pissed at me. I remarked that I did pay her well though. She agreed. She said another reason she did not call was that she had became pregnant after sex with all those black men. But, how could she...
Author's note: This is a purely work of fiction, or of my messed up creativity. As my first Lit submission, I would like to thank my editor Michchick, my Lit friends who have encouraged me to do this Seth, Meg and the other roomies, and the one I picture in all my writings J.T. (sexy man). Jamie looked around at all the noisy brats in line to see Santa and...
This story is about something that happened to me almost 6 years ago, when I was working at an insurance company part time to save for school. Sometimes work Christmas parties can be fun. And sometimes Santa is the naughty one... ***************************** My legs were slim and smooth to the touch, as I ran my hands up their length to my bare pussy, smo...
Walking the downtown streets of Chicago during the holidays is magical. The lights twinkle and sway in the brisk winter breeze. Christmas music wafts on the evening air. People and families are shopping. Laughter and smiles abound this time of year. Tugging my coat a little tighter to fend off the brisk cold, my stride quickens to find my destination. The...
I’ve always been known as ‘Big John’, even when I were a bairn – and it weren’t cos I wore a size 16 girdle, oh no! I always knew what the ‘big’ referred to though. And now, so do mi constituents. Oh yes. Well, it were just after election day and I’d been for mi Big Mac to build up mi stamina for another encounter with Porking Portillo. And he was called P...
I woke up on Wednesday morning to the smell of coffee, alone. After a yawn and a healthy morning stretch I got up. My hand went right to my lower abdomen, a blissful warming feeling still inside. I stepped out to the living room to find the apartment empty. "Where did he go?" I asked myself. A to-go box and coffee sat on the table with a note. 'Eat Up'. So...
(This is a continuation of the story of my wife becoming a whore.) Thursday morning my wife Michelle was up early for work. I saw her spending time in her closet examining outfits. In her hand she had a tube top that really didn't fit her. The word SLUT was across the front. This was one of the tops she wore when she became a whore on the weekends for the...
Life is good in our winter wonderland. We live in a perfect neighborhood in the Upper Midwest. We get to experience all four seasons and our Holiday Season is the White Christmas many only experience in movies and books. Our neighborhood is full of great people that look after one another. Our favorite part is that there are six couples in their 30's with...