Summary: Jasmine responds to the most frequent questions asked by readers. Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Wayne, and Robert for editing this essay. This isn't really a sequel, although it's a second part, as it addresses questions I didn't answer in 2017's Twenty Questions. 21 More Questions After 2017's 20 Questions, I received many more questions. I have n...
This episode is part of an ongoing story that involves hardcore interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. If this theme offends you, I suggest finding another story to read. If you choose to read on, to better understand this installment I suggest reading the previous installments. * My acceptance as an initiate into the deeper circle of the cuckold group...
A week had gone by since Cassie's huge gang-bang in her marital bed. She was fully recuperated and itching to have sex with some hung studs once again. Today she hoped to take some serious cock as she stepped into the offices of Bareback Studios. "Ah, Cassie," Tristan said, meeting her at reception. "We're going to be doing a special today for you, a DVD fi...
I hope you like the story so far. There are some side stories, and I'll get to them. I'm making the car story longer than it was. Some of the details were filled in later. Our drive home, including the stops, was only an hour or so, but adding the details I found out later within her story here seems to make more sense than adding them later. They would, i...
Eight years ago Tom and I joined a private swingers club. They had about 150 members, mostly couples but also had some singles. Once a month they would spotlight either one male or one female member and post the questions and answers in a flyer they would send out to everyone. The questions were usually always very direct and the answers were always very ope...
Chapter 3: Permanent Houseguest An illicit proposal … I opened my eyes slowly, almost painfully. My mind was foggy, my memory hazy, but it only made sense that, for the ceiling of the bedroom to be awash with this much sunlight, it had to be morning. And not early morning. I rolled my head to the side and was jolted wide awake. For the first time since b...
"Wass up, Wass up?" Katie heard the words before she noticed the tall, sexy, black man who said it. He was walking behind her towards the other side of the bar. Katie looked over in surprise. He had long dreds, a satin purple shirt on, and tight, tight jeans. Her eyes went straight for his package. When Katie finally raised her eyes, she met Marquis's big b...
Foreword Wassup, wassup. Hey, this shit is supposed to make you laugh, so don't get pissed, alright? You want some story about a white house wife dropping to her knees in front of some 2,3 meter tall, bald headed, Mr. Olympia type of black dude and worshipping some 12" black cock, I suggest you don't read any further. Try Jordon Lynn's "Faith Debased" or so...
Probably need to state this is a total work of fiction. Any names or places are just pulled out of the air. That said I often wonder if something like this could have or maybe is happening. I'll leave that up to the reader to decide. Now on to the story So I'm sitting in a hospital room thinking back over the past two plus years and how this life changing...
30 MINUTES EARLIER A black BMW Z4 convertible pulled up to the entrance of the Windsor Park hotel in downtown Nashville. The driver's door opened and a pair of red Converse All Stars planted themselves on the sidewalk as Hayley Williams climbed out of the luxury vehicle. She spotted a handsome young hotel employee named Jordan wandering out through the vas...