We all had some of the strong stuff, starting about 3 or so that afternoon, and we didn't stop for several rounds of it. By suppertime, we were pretty wasted, so we simply lay down for a nap and fell sound asleep early instead of eating. I had several highly erotic dreams myself, though I couldn't make sense of them logically (then again, when can one make d...
I am a 33 year old black computer professional living in the Caribbean who has always fantasized about voluptuous women. Unlike in North American and European countries, the Caribbean holds dear the old African standards of beauty; 'girth' and ample helpings of breasts and booty are considered assets above all else when it comes to attractive females. While...
Rising silently Margo took both of Cassie hands in hers and drew the girl after her through the dressing room and into the bathing area. Beyond the Jacuzzi lay a tile-lined space where a half dozen people had no doubt showered together under an assortment of fountains before another wall of mirrors. Everywhere they went in this suite they were accompanied by...
As might well be expected, Cynthia found it difficult to concentrate on mundane things for the next few days. She went over Dr. Butler's proposal time and time again, thinking of the dangers, the ramifications, the impact on her marriage, and, certainly not least, the question of infidelity and adultery. Against all these negative factors lay her real need for...
The stone lions crouching beside the steps of the Art Institute stared impassively out at the traffic on Michigan Avenue as Cassie descended between them and joined the strollers. Her life-class had gone well, but watching Avery teach had roused her old doubts again. She'd often wondered if she should have chosen teaching instead of commercial art as a caree...
"Hi...you got it done in the end then? Did you get everything you wanted?" I said to Trudy as she walked in through the door after her trip to London. She smiled, a little nervously I thought, as if something I said had struck a chord. She should have been away for only one night, but in the end had stayed for two. She had called early on the morning of t...
Chapter 02: Perspectives Foreword: There are a number of Stacy stories to tell and the kind words and encouragement of many readers have compelled me to continue the story, which is why I've provided this background. My first story, Getting into her pants, took place in 2004. My second story Nobody Knew, took place in August 2006, as did part 1 of this se...
This is the sixth instalment of an 18-year-old music student's, Clare's, sexual journey. In the first instalment, she was hired by the husband and wife team of escort agency owners who discover during some sexual high jinx she is still a virgin. In the second, she sets out in a limo to her first appointment with her new escort name, "Celeste", to a man who h...
I took another swig of my beer and put it down on the table. I looked at the two other girls in the room. There had been a lot more of us but everyone else had stumbled off home and we were down to just the three of us drinking and talking. "So, how far have you been with a girl?" I asked Rose, alcohol giving me courage. "I've never done anything," she rep...
FOGIEVILLE The word had been spray-painted in fire engine red letters across the northernmost wall of the Bingo Hall, the side that faced Main Street, to ensure any and all who passed by would see it. Judge Theodore Mathers studied the words, though not in person, but on a surveillance tape he had paused. He then pressed play, and once the camera had a goo...