I sat in my chair as the waiters brought out our plates before us. The appetizers were magnificent even though Mark had brought me here under false pretenses. I was in complete awe. Then the talking began, and I wanted to throw up all the contents of my stomach. Mr. Crawford or Edward Crawford was doing all the talking, and as usual, all the men around him...
I looked in the rearview mirror to check and see if Diane was still behind me. We had been having a couple of drinks and playing cards and she was following me home. She was back there alright, and she was holding her shirt up jiggling her boobs at me! I am sure she was grinning ear to ear behind that top and I was joining her. "God she is beautiful!" I thou...
Dear reader, this is the continued true story of a couple exploring interracial sex as told to me by Amy. * I was excited and really looking forward to the evening. My husband Mark drove us both to my favorite club. It's the place in our city where white chicks go to hook up with sexy black men. I made sure I was ready for the evening. My dress was a very...
It had been a long day. Staci sighed as she rested her head against the soft pillows of the bed that Matt offered her. She had packed a bag the previous night, after deciding that she wanted to get to know Matt in his natural surroundings, and had put it in the back of Kathy's truck for safe keeping while she was at the party. She hadn't been sure about how...
This story is fiction, but it was inspired by @noirindigo, with gratitude from @RaunchYwriteR. *** Generally, I like to stick to my own kind. Thin girls with dark-chocolate skin. Girls with cafe-au-lait curves I can get a good handful of. Every hue seems to complement my blue-black colouring. And girls know where to touch, knead, caress, kiss, lick — and y...
I first met Tuk because of two cartons of broken eggs. She was sitting in the gutter on Smith Street in the 'Thai Town' precinct of Sydney. She had with her some bags of recently-completed shopping but somehow the eggs had escaped one of the bags and now lay in a mess in the street. She was crying. "Can I help you?" I said, noticing a love-heart tattoo on h...
"Code in." "Tequila, three-eight-zero-five-seven." "Hold please." There was a click on the line, and then silence. The amount of time it required for the line to be picked up was much longer than usual. Finally, another click and a voice came on the line. "Tequila, this is Black Oak. Where are you?" "An internet cafe in Cordoba, Argentina, about 3 bloc...
Maya dialed Ranjeets's number and waited. But it was busy. He must not get here before I speak to him she thought. She continued her efforts to call him. It was past 8.30 pm and he was expected soon now. Maya did not want to clean herself. Let Ranjeet eat her cum filled pussy today she thought. This thought made her hornier and she was all aroused again. She...
My first time at bat. This demented little tale is a loose tribute to Papatoad's Pyro Petey, which was delightful to me in twisted sort of way. ***** My name is Nick Weston. I was perfectly ordinary in every way. Well, I guess I would be considered a little on the short and scrawny side. My unspoken motto my entire life has been, make no waves. My life wa...
It's been some time since I submitted: "Loving Rita." In that story, Chris, a 35 year-old widower is smitten with Rita, his 58 years old neighbor on Lake Lausanne. After her husband died, Rita became Chris's lover. In this story, Chris and Rita continue to love each other. Rita introduces Maria, her 55 years old best friend and a widow, to 40 years old Brian...