My name is Allan. I'm a middle-age, Caucasian, divorced guy, not a very lucky in life if you ask me. I live downtown in a small condo, and work as a consultant for an oil company. Friday afternoon was pretty busy at the office, and my boss asked me to have some presentation ready for the CEO meeting we have every Monday morning. Damn! So much for my weekend...
My name is Sangeetha, but everyone calls me Sani. My parents were born in Southern India, but I was born in England (Cardiff). I grew up in the US when they split up and my mom came here along with her best friend. I've been in Nova (Northern Virginia) ever since. My mom and her friend (Loris) had just finished nursing school before coming here. Her family...
Scott Willard was a very successful business man. By the time he was 30 he owned half of the real estate in Houston. He was self made and made most his income in very wise investments. He was disgustingly charming, very Type A, 6'4" and had swimmers body with salt and pepper gray hair and a matching beard. Women fawned over him every where her went but no on...
My first encounter with Bone was not planned and was never something I would have ever expected I would do. A simple game of twenty questions ended up with me sucking his amazing cock and him taking my pussy over the edge to an earth-shattering orgasm. After spending the night, I woke still nestled in is strong arms, his large manhood wedged between my ass c...
This chapter includes semi-forced sexual situations and will be very graphic. If you are not into the idea of interracial gay sex turn back now. *** As I sat in the back of the police car, I thought about the situation I had gotten myself into that night. Generally, I would have been a scared little bitch of being raped in jail, but now that I had been fu...
"Welcome to the team, handsome, oops, I meant P-Jay," Dolores Limerick said with a wink, and the six-foot-tall, curvaceous lady walked away, whistling as she made her way to the exit. P-Jay, also known as Patrick Jefferson, Algonquin College student and part-time security guard, pushed the button underneath his desk, activating the mechanical doors of the ca...
Old Black Willy's White Bitch A couple of months ago my life changed when an elderly Black man moved in next door to my apartment I had bought near the college I attend. My name is Debbie and I am a junior at SMU. I am studying art in hopes of working at a museum when I graduate. The old black guy's name was Willy. He was in his 60's at least but I noticed...
Note: if you haven't already, read Bindu & Theresa Ch. 01, which is a prequel to this story. ***** The morning after Rob and I had not only hooked up with Bindu and Theresa but had also swapped partners so that each of us had enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh with each of them, we were pleased to hear from both of them and learn that there were no regrets...
*Author's Note: Hello everyone. A thousand apologies for the lack of updates for several years. I will try and finish this story. I hope that those of you that liked and supported/encouraged/nagged me for an update, know that I appreciate all of what you said, and encouraged me to start up again. I especially wish that you enjoy this installment.* * * *...
I opened my eyes and could immediately tell that something was wrong. There was light coming in through the window of my master bedroom. I had overslept. Shit! I didn't have anywhere to be, since I worked from home, but I still liked to have a daily routine. I rolled over in my king-sized bed to my nightstand and looked at my alarm clock. It was a quarter pa...