My nigger Type-O put me straight. 'Gym up there, Millmount, you hear, they soccer moms, they want a bull, a thug, a hammer...Type of time a nigger be on with they cunts from they Heights...Fuckin bored, horny, studyin they punk-ass men...Shit, I got em on the go...Runnin me a fuckin game...' He ain't talkin no tale. Sponsor my ass too. Nigger ain't been th...
Alex and Bryce finished a long run and are now scarfing down burgers the same way they fuck—fast and hungrily. Bryce is a former college football player and Navy SEAL. His massive body shows every lean ounce of his hard-earned muscle. Everyone has always called him by his last name, even though his first name is Timothy. Despite weeks of dating and calling...
Three young women in their early twenties, shared a four-bedroom house with its owner, a man. William was tall and slim, he looked like he was in his mid-forties, and had short grey hair and blue eyes. Abby was short and curvaceous, with dyed blonde hair and blue eyes. Beatrice was of average height and pear shaped, with brown hair and brown eyes. Charlott...
This is a true story. I was about 26 at the time, six foot tall, 165lbs, 40-inch chest, 32-inch waste and an 8-inch cock. It might not be that long but it is thick. Playing soccer twice a week at the time so I was reasonably fit and in good shape! I was on holiday with my new wife of six months touring the south coast of England for a week. Sue my missis w...
ANGELA'S DECISION This story can be read on its own merits, but follows logically from "Angela's Choice." This story can be considered as 'Angela's Choice Chapter 2" * In Angela's Choice, Angela met a romance author much younger than she and he saw something in her that she didn't know existed. With his help and encouragement she has become a new woman, f...
Note: A follow-up to Plunging Into the Abyss per reader request. Tim If my wife Diane were the sort of spouse that begrudged my passions, that nagged me every time I left the house alone, it wouldn't be as difficult to face her after what I just did over the last twenty-four hours. But she isn't. In fact, while she doesn't share my passion for exercise ge...
If you have something to say, I can be contacted by clicking on my name. ***** “Be a good girl, Angeline, and turn around for me?” Not entirely a question, not entirely a request, not entirely a demand. I turn around obediently and feel your hand press into my back. “Bend over Angeline.” I tip forward and catch myself on the hood of your car. Looking b...
"I'm getting thirsty." "What?" I asked, straining to hear you over the music, "I can't hear you!" Trying to cut through the sound of the dance club, you tell me, "You two just keep dancing, I'm going to get another drink!" And with that, you slip through the throng of people towards the bar, leaving me dancing with Sandrine at the club. It was downtown Par...
December 8th - The Swinger Club We haven't been to the Swinger Club for a while. With our private orgies and variations five people can get into, we haven't really needed it. However, I mentioned to John and Vanessa that I really think it's time to go again. I'm thinking about some different cocks and pussies. Luckily, everyone else agrees. We are all read...
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight: *Of Shipwrecks and Monarchs "I think the King's going mad." I looked around surreptitiously, hoping no one heard what Blake had said, wondering if it was possible to get the kid alone in a room and find out what he meant without being overheard. "Where is he?" "On his way. You'll see." With that unsettling prediction, I...