Dating after a BAD divorce, is there anything harder or more heartbreaking? When you're a man of a certain age, you come to realize certain things. Like the fact that widowers are considered cooler than divorcees in today's dating game, and older guys appeal only to younger chicks with daddy issues, them and young women seeking sugar daddies. I'm not rich or...
When people speak of race and add the volatile term "purity" to the mix, the normally kinky hairs on the back of my head always prick up. I've always been the consummate outsider wherever I go, too much of a "Spic" for the purebred Arabs I meet, and too much of a "towelhead" for the Latin American community as a Muslim Latina. Know what I say to both of them...
We must have drifted off to sleep because it was about two hours later that I wake up with a cramp in my arm. We are still naked, Amelia lies on her back with her head in the crook of my arm, and her hand is still holding my now flaccid cock. She lies with a big smile on her face and I know she must be dreaming about what we did a while ago. Looking down at...
I was 22 at the time and living in Wollongong. I was part of the University sailing club and had met an incredibly cute woman from another Uni at a sailing regatta at Wangi Wangi, on the New South Wales central coast. We hit it off straight away – I wanted her, she wanted me; couldn't get any better than that! After the regatta, we kept seeing each other –...
Hillsboro was a small Midwestern farming town, so named because it was nestled at the bottom of the highest hill in three counties. While the hill was technically private property, with three farms converging at its crest, the irregularity of the land made it difficult to till and its woods made it unsuitable for grazing. The farmers had left the flanks of t...
There is an emotion I don't know the name for. I would describe the symptoms of this emotion as: anxiety, galvanization to adventure, nervous tension, jealousy and perhaps guilt. Of course these ingredients being only a portion of the mixture, no tasty description can be had. You know it; you have felt this way but can you find the word for it? It is a pa...
Part One - The Old lady When I was 18, me and some female friends went to Cyprus for a holiday. The holiday for me completely changed me. Before the holiday I was very sexual and started to experiment, but there were about 6 events on this holiday that completely changed me sexually. The first one happened because on the second day while walking up to the r...
"So?" "So what?" "So, what do you think?" "Susannah, it's perverted." She laughed, "Of course it is, that's the idea." "But, ..." Rebecca struggled for words, "Suse, he's more than twice your age." "So? He should at least know what he wants." Her giggle held a slightly evil tinge to it, "He may even no how and where to touch me!" Rebecca sighed with...
Where should I start this story, ah yes the day I got the best fuck of my life. I was 21 years old, and I was working at a dinner. I was a waitress, working behind the counter. I had my usual customers that day. Old man Red, he was your usual dirty old man. He always said something about my big enormous breasts. I know they are big, bigger than most women. I...
I spent my whole life being afraid of Black men, and I am proud to say that I'm not afraid anymore. I have one in my life, and we absolutely love each other. As an Afrikaner woman born and raised in the region of Gauteng, Republic of South Africa, knee-jerk fear of Black males is what was expected of me. At least that's how things were in the old days. My...