The April stories I've written are based on a real girl who lived in my dorm hall my freshman year, about ten years ago at a big university in Arizona (you can probably guess it). Our floors were divided between boys and girls and April lived in the floor above mine. Most of the guys from my floor stayed close, and at our fifth year reunion, a bunch of us we...
Just before we were married Pam, my ex-wife and I were going through some of her old snapshots. When we came to one, I whistled and said, "Sexy Bikini! When was that taken?" Pam replied, "It was taken by Jack at Ocean City, MD last summer." (Jack was her lover and dom for the 3 years just before we met in 1989.) I said. "I would like to take some photos...
It’s the universe you all know and love. Except there’s one major twist. You’re sending a human sized hook dangling into its skies. A fishing hook dangling from the sky. Why is there a hook dangling from the sky? To catch something? Or someone.... People can have some real fun with a fishing hook; using it as a swing, a crane, a method of transportation. But...
Greetings, Readers! I've been wanting to make an audio version of (at least one of) my stories for a good while now, and was going to do a different one originally, but for now have settled on "Hooked." I felt the only way to get a quality recording of it being read was to read it myself, so I did—this is my own real voice—and chose a more popular story of...
Whenever I see a tall, dark-skinned Black woman with a big ass, I just want to bend her over and fuck her. Does that make me a sexist pig? I sincerely doubt it. As far as I'm concerned, that makes me a normal Black man. The name is Miguel Pierre and I'm a brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian...
Author's Note Yet another different story from me. It's short, with very little sex. I hope you like it. * I was looking through my sock drawer when it hit me. I was holding a pair of socks I didn't recall. They were light brown with a tan heel and border along the top. I had other socks that were two tone, one had three colors, but not this combination....
First of all, thanks to everyone for the views and ratings and favorites. It's greatly appreciated to know others liked the story as much as myself and Mistress Valeria did when reading it. I hope everyone keeps up as the story continues. Follow Up from part 1- I saw Mistress Valeria for an extremely hot evening of domination but this was just the beginnin...
Vijaya Sanorita lay on her back, savoring the soft, silent morning. The weight of Uday, her husband, pressed the double bed mattress down beside her, rolling her slightly towards him. She thought of that pressure and warmth being missing, of the bed being empty, and winced at the gut-twisting stab of pain this thought brought. Resolutely, she forced her m...
My name is Kyle Jonathan Francisco. I'm a young black man living in the town of Brisco, Illinois. These days, I'm a student at Brisco College. It's a small, four-year private school. I get to go there for free since I play for the Varsity Baseball team. We're off to a good start this year. We have a good team. I think we might make it far. Brisco College has...
It had been three days and we'd barely left his bed, let alone his apartment. This suited me fine. In fact, if he hadn't been in charge I'd probably have orgasmed myself into an exhausted coma. I'd come pretty close to doing this on my own in the past—days when every hour of self-pleasure just fed the next, until my libido was so revved, my body so sensitive...