As I pull onto the highway towards home I try to call Summer. I'm a bit surprised I haven't heard from her since she left but figure she's just busy with her family. I begin thinking of what our reunion is going to be like next week. I can imagine her tight body against mine, the taste of her lips, the feel of her small breasts. I start to get a bit aroused...
Several weeks had passed since my next-door neighbor, the matronly and very religious Mrs. Packer had discovered me masturbating and, quoting much scriptural chapter and verse, provided what she called 'an appropriate vessel' to receive my seed. Her parting suggestion that the next time I needed to spill my seed I look for an 'appropriate vessel' was much on...
This is my first submission to the site. All comments are welcome... -Santana- I paused at the library doors and stared up at the sun. It was particularly blinding that day but I barely squinted as I stared straight into its brightness. I thought back to another day like this one, a day where the sun was blinding and the air was muggy and humid. I was 17...
Chapter V -The previous weekend (This is a fantasy containing spanking and humiliation. If you do not enjoy reading this type of story please do not read it. Thank you to my editor you know who you are.) ------- I was in the dining room of my 45 year old administrative assistants' house waiting to pick up some documents that I needed for work on Monday....
Howdy, folks. My name is Marcus Jean Richmond. I'm a student at Dixon University in Raynham, Massachusetts. Life these days simply couldn't be better. We have a good crop of students this year. The school has eleven thousand students, and it's evenly split between the sexes for the first time in ages. A balanced ratio is something most colleges and universit...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
I have this thing about peeing, both me and other women. I sit in the stall in the ladies room and I hear another woman come into the next one. She rucks up her skirt and I hear the rustle as she manages to yank down her panties and let fly As that first splash hits the water I get a flash of excitement right through me but I quietly massage myself down ther...
I love the Black woman’s natural beauty. It is simply the best in the world. Kelvin Jean-Pierre is the name. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I recently graduated from Algonquin College, where I majored in Business Administration. I transferred to Carleton University and hope to get into the...
"Chris, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Tracy sighed, as she continued to rub her hands through the puddles of cum Chris had just created all over her. She reached a cum-drenched hand up and slid her fingers slowly into her mouth, closing her eyes as she savored his taste. "And you taste great!" she said. She looked down. "I can not believe you'r...
--Part Five - He is Me -- Over the next month I found that I was leaving my house a few minutes earlier each day that I stopped in for coffee just so I could have a few extra minutes in discussions. I didn't want to arrive too early because I knew that Jonah didn't leave until about seven. I was thinking, if I could get to the apartment within a few minutes...