I'm a long-haired Native Indian who in recent years has let himself go. There used to be a time when I practically lived at the gym and you could see me jogging around the park every morning. I stand five foot six with large shoulders and muscular legs from decades of jogging. I have always been proud of my legs. It was always the one asset I relied on to ge...
Embarrassed and not wanting his girlfriend to see that he was sexually excited, Freddie sat on the living room chair with his hands folded in his lap to hide his huge erection. Meeting her parents for the first time, this was not only the first time seeing his girlfriend naked but also her parents naked. Not to mention that this was the first time experienci...
It was a very long, very boring presentation, one of these corporate things full of buzzwords and signifying nothing. I heard the familiar chair scratching as everyone gradually came back to life in time for the questions at the end of the speech. I sat up straighter myself, glanced at the pompous suit giving the talk, who looked predictably delighted with h...
Cady sat Indian style on one of the two leather chairs positioned in front of her agent's office door. The receptionist at the desk directly in front of her was peeking up over her half moon, horn-rimmed glasses with mild interest as she pretended to staple papers together. She felt like she was in a movie. No, not even a movie— she was having flashbacks....
I found myself gravitating towards the scat section of the store in the weeks leading up to my epiphany. I had cruised the tit torture display the month before and extreme spanking rack the month before that. These pilgrimages were limited to Friday nights and undertaken only out of necessity. I needed to be thoroughly disgusted. You see, I had a life outs...
Faith stood up on top of her regulation metal bed to watch the sun set through the small window in her little cell. She’d been tossed into the solitary section that was reserved for the more dangerous criminals several months ago. Though, she was far more dangerous than they would ever now. Given the circumstances, she was a model prisoner. She’d only given...
"God damn, girl. Hold still, will ya?" Bria grunted through sneering, pierced lips. "Don't be such a friggin' baby. It's just a tattoo." Squintingly, she repositioned the needle and resumed tracing the stencil on Janelle's forearm. Being squeamish, Janelle kept her eyes closed as the ink seeped into her agitated flesh. Although the sensation was tolerable,...
"Damn. I forgot my umbrella. And, I'm late for work." Carol Evans drove the 30-minute commute every day to the office. The rain this past week was relentless. Carol parked her car in the far lot and made a run for the entrance. The fifty-yard run drenched and darkened her long straight auburn hair. She quickly checked her face in the bathroom and tried her...
This happened a long time ago; in the nineteen sixties, a few months after my eighteenth birthday. I'd known Miss Princess since I was fifteen when she and her sailor husband moved into one of the two ground floor apartments in the two storied building obliquely opposite to where I lived with my grandparents. Soon after moving in she started making and sel...
I have so far relayed five pygiaphiliac stories told me by my one-time lover, Alan: 'Pygiaphilia,' 'Semper Figura Chapters 1, 2, 3' and 'Black Bottom Ch. 01.' The last narrated his first sex with an African woman, who was supervising some of his charitable projects in her country. Here is the sequel. 1 The pattern was set. Azuka and Alan continued to tour...