Salutations, people. My name is Victor Stephenson Vance, and I'm a young black man living in the City of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I am happily married to a lovely gal named Leanne Benton-Vance. A lot of folks stare at Leanne and I when we're out and about because I am black and my wife Leanne is white. We have a son, Joey and a daughter, Marianna. We live in...
Bhang is a real drink that is drunk in India. I have had the opportunity to try some in the USA. It is quite potent! A little goes a long way. Google it to get the recipes. This story contains interracial sex. If that offends you, move on! This little tale is not for you. Everyone in this story is at least 18 years of age. Chapter 1 John Caples struggled...
After our sex-filled weekend, Monday rolled along. Carlos had given Ramon a key to his place. So for a couple of days after classes, Ramon and Yashodhara would head to his place, and have sex for a couple of hours before he dropped her home. Carlos was never home, because his job kept him away till late. So it was just her and Ramon. They fucked pretty much...
Rai laid in Nik's arms as they sat on the couch. It had been a trying week for her in the ER and she needed a lot of love and affection from her man. She literally pressed her face against his warm, masculine chest when a cellphone sung its ringtone. "Seriously? Better not be work again," she cursed, grabbing it. "Hello?" Her face turned from pissed to ann...
Mik sat at the end of the bar stirring the ice in his empty vodka gimlet, an old fashioned drink but after all he was an old fashioned kind of guy. He rose a finger to the bartender to signal that he wanted another. The bartender himself was handsome like Mik. They were both young and far too good looking to be sitting at a local bar alone on a Thursday nigh...
By dan57 and Riya Riya felt edgy these days : Sir Gupta had been travelling abroad for now more than two months. He was busy training his new fuck toy, Sherlyn now transformed into an Indian slut by their boss. Riya resented the absence of a real man at their office : he would have taken decisions and stuck to them while girls were usually ready for tor...
I am Naren. I am a masseur in a Bangkok hotel. I can give a massage, but rarely do my clients want massage. My job goes deeper. I have figured earlier in these chronicles in the story Jump Starting Love, Bangkok Style. I have had many interesting experiences. I will narrate one of them. Most often my clients are middle-aged couples. Two women, and sometimes...
My comeback will hopefully please all of you out there who complimented me on my previous stories. Hope you enjoy part one of my new erotic tale. Like or not please VOTE. For those new here, I invite to read my previous submission and please VOTE. * * * * * My sex life had been a disaster. Feroz, my husband had aged but even with he was a vigorous young m...
Tom had left the office early as he had a wine delivery this afternoon. He loved his wines. He was a lawyer and at twenty-six was the Senior Partner of his father's firm. His father had died eight years ago. Miss Gibson, who was a spinster and an outstanding lawyer, was the Managing Partner. She was the one that ran the firm. He lived with his widowed mother...
Colloquial English can be colourful if a little confusing for the non UK resident. In this short story I have attempted, in I hope a humorous way, to enlighten those readers who may have been having problems understanding some stories, movies, or TV programmes made by us Brits. Cheers (Good luck) * Tom and Alec made their way up the street towards the bo...