"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I screamed as he rammed his cock into me. His thick, dark meat filled me with each hard thrust. My wet pussy engulfed him each time he drove it in. Jeremy is a tall, well muscled black guy with his head shaved. We had met earlier that night at the party. We had been dancing close all night. He loved my nice round bubble butt. He said tha...
"Dammit, that feels good..." Hot water sheeted down around me, so painfully, blissfully hot that I wondered for a moment of I was hallucinating, freezing to death, still wandering in the storm. Then Sienna raked her nails down my back just a little too hard and I decided I probably wouldn't hallucinate being sliced with knives. Sienna realized I'd flinche...
The "Ryno Memoirs" are indeed true events that I have been lucky enough to experience. The only thing different in these stories, are the names involved. I encourage others to write from their own adventures as well, because sometimes truth is very more exciting than fiction! I met Maria when I worked as the head bartender at an upscale California restaura...
What does a lesbian look like? In most people's minds, when they envision a lesbian, they think of a short-haired, masculine white chick in a flannel shirt. The prototypical butch lesbian citizen of Western society. Well, I am a lesbian and I definitely don't look like that. My name is Fatouma Aden, and I'm a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of O...
Hello, there. My name is Michael. I'm a brother with a story to tell and I'm hoping that you've got some time to kill. Man, I still can't believe I'm writing all of this down. You're probably wondering who I am. I'm nineteen years old and I'm a student at Boston University. I'm a good-looking guy, if I dare say so. I stand around six-foot-two, and I weigh ex...
September 7, 2006, early morning, I was nearly exhausted after having sex with a young hottie named Saleisha six times in a row. I leaned against my wall, taking a time out to catch my breath. The sweat poured down my body like a waterfall. I felt like I just hopped out of the sauna because how moist my skin was. Saleisha kissed my back and squeezed my ass....
Greetings, folks. My name is James Tomasi Bjorn. A tall, good-looking, golden brown-skinned and green-eyed man of African-American and Swedish descent. I'm currently touring North America, and like many young men, I'm looking for adventure. What kind of adventures? Well, that's what this story is all about, folks. I lead the kind of life other people can onl...
I was forty years old, a widower and a father of one young boy. My beloved wife of 15 years had succumbed to breast cancer the year before and I was feeling the urge to move on, if not for my sake but for that of my 2-year-old son. Still I didn't want to go on blind dates, nor frequent the regular divorcée pick-up spots, or heaven forbid join Tinder. The dat...
Author's note: Whoah its been a couple of months! I was hoping to knock this little sequel series out in a week, but life finds a way. Hopefully this short intermediate chapter can help you guys get a feel for where the scene is going and set up the next two chapters nicely and the grand finale, although we'll see when I finally get those out. ***** Ryan s...
You read the letter again as the limousine from the regional airport pulls up into the driveway... Dear Robin Nordhal, Hello, you do not know me, but I know you. My name is Randal F. Styles of Jackson, Waverly, Styles, and Kant: LLC. Our firm has had the surreal and sometimes difficult job of representing your estranged great-uncle on your father's side Hor...