Leanne was walking slowly through town not paying any particular attention to where she was going. The thoughts running through her mind had her totally occupied, the new job, how mundane life had become. Suddenly she stopped and her mind came back from daydreaming and tried to focus on where she was. She had drifted in her walking downtown to the seedier...
Candles flickered on the nightstands in our bedroom as I entered. My wife Tessa lay on the bed wearing black thigh high stockings, black heels, her long red hair cascading over her big tits, her erect nipples standing out red and swollen signs of being worked over by her lover Richard. The outfit Tessa wore was also one of Richard's favorites. Richard lay...
We'd agreed to meet up for some fun, and Rachel arrived at my door. She was wearing the summer dress I'd bought her, and sneakers. I let her in, and we went through to the living room. "I meant to ask you," I asked, "what happened with the sexier panties?" "Well," she said, "they seem to like them, but not enough to justify the extra cost. It's still mostl...
They were almost home when they heard the thunder. It was loud and deep, and seemed to have shaken the earth around them. The rain began falling, at first steady and calm, and then quickly progressed to a hard, heavy downpour, trapping Omar and Casey in it. They'd walked to the grocery store earlier, which was just over a mile from their home, and now they r...
There are people we know with whom we have immediate chemistry that should never be explored. This is a palpable thing that moves between the two of you, like an electrical field. But for whatever reason - the structure of relationships, propriety, simple good manners - you never cross into discussing it. Alex and I crossed into it one drunken night. We wer...
Sex is a powerful force, folks. Never underestimate what it can make you do. My name is Martine Saint-Pierre. A big and tall Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I have a secret to confess, folks. I am that not so rare mature Black woman who has a perpetual craving for White cocks. Make that young White men's cock...
Geoff Larsen, (of course that isn't his real name), is the President of Marketing. His office is located four doors down the hall from my own and, being President, his office is a corner unit making it almost twice the size of my own with a fully equipped bath complete with a whirlpool, a corner shower and a laundry chute that heads straight to the basement...
The time had come. Our week together had ended. Neither of us wanting it to be over. But it would not be long and we would be together again. But the wait would be of great endurance. Master walked me to my car, kissing me good-bye. I could not help but to tear up a little. I watched, as He walked to His truck, the farther He walked away the more tears cam...
Hi, I'm Peter, and this is my story. I am writing it as a warning to others, mainly about not breaking the eleventh commandment – i.e. "Don't get caught." I did and the results were incredibly painful for others and myself. Anyway, to go back a few years, when mobile phones and text messaging were new, and rather trendy, I was working for a guy called Nick....
Back at Dylan's house, things had heated up between Emily and Jim. They had been sitting a 'respectable' distance apart when Dylan was still there, but since he had left and Emily and Dylan's parents had gone to their bed at the other end of the house, all respectability had gone out the window. They were in the rec room, which was in the basement, watching...