Lots of people thought Diana Patricia Marquez was a slut. It didn’t take a huge amount of imagination to figure out why: she was Pam Anderson’s body double, but with her dark skin, hair, and eyes, she could throw any guy into a state of erotic excitement. Plus, she dressed like a slut. More to the point, she dressed to accentuate her huge boobs, flat stomach...
Chapter 2: The Demon Lover Note to reader: This is the second story in a series about a woman called Kitty and her sexual awakenings. While it is quite possible to read it as a stand-alone story, I would recommend that you first read "Kitty Gets Naughty" to appreciate who this character is and the people and events that shape her experiences. The idea for t...
This is a true story being written as it is actually happening. If you don't see future chapters, I didn't make the hoped-for weight loss. If you are hoping for or anticipating sex involving others this is not the story for you. It is about a married couple very much in love and completely satisfied with each other. In Chapter 1 you learned of my need to l...
When the store where Lila worked as a commercial artist closed and she needed to get another job she followed many leads that turned out to be dead ends. The ad for a maid seemed like a long shot, and certainly not what she really wanted, but times were tough and jobs were scarce, so she made an appointment for an interview. Now she was near the end of the i...
I had been posted on Cyprus with the UK government for six months or so. I didn't get fixed holidays as such. I would get a call from HQ to say that things were 'quiet' and I would grab a few days in Europe. On one such trip I went north to Sweden and stayed on the lovely island of Gotland. It's not really like the rest of Sweden, having a rather exotic feel...
This story was written from a female perspective (a difficult thing for one heavily laden with testosterone!) Constructive criticism is always welcome! And, as always, the characters within are over the age of 18. Enjoy! * While checking in a small shipment of estate jewelry, I noticed an ornate box. Done in a Hindu style, intricately carved in the top was...
At 1:30 in the morning a weary-eyed writer sat at the keyboard of his computer contemplating of the crap he'd written over past months – well, not altogether crap as some of it was meritoriously written, even if he'd say that himself. But then he was a professional journalist quite capable of exercising critical judgment. The journalist was comfortable know...
This is the sequel to "Redhead Pressed Against a Window" (by request). I suggest you read it, but you don't have to. ******************************* A new year in university -- back to residence. Since I was a third year now, I got an actual choice in where I could live. I chose the same room as last year... after all, it had all sorts of pleasant memories...
One morning I suggested to Kumar that we visit the Changu Narayan temple, located high on a hill to the east of Kathmandu. I was fascinated with the unique Nepali style of architecture, and Changu, dedicated to the god Vishnu, was one of the oldest and most important temples in the Kathmandu valley. It was a clear, sunny late spring day, with a light breeze,...
It was wonderful. I had this beautiful black cock in my mouth while Josh's handsome face was around my white dick. His strong hands held onto my hips, while I held his. Gently we sucked in rhythm, wanting to prolong the enjoyment. No bedclothes to get in the way: the perfect 69, hanging weightless inside our spacecraft. We were well practised, so usually ma...