A friend of mine had one of his poker parties and of course he said I had to go mainly because he knew I had the $500 to buy in. I don't play very often and I prefer to play at the seriousness level of everyone else in the game. I don't have to win at all costs, just have fun with it if that's how we were playing. I was the object of quite a bit of attentio...
In a discussion I had with a group of ladies, I asked them what physical characteristic of a man makes him sexually attractive. After eyes and lips, the answer was overwhelmingly hands. Sure, girls might want to see a nice ass, strong thighs, or broad shoulders, but if a man has nice hands, women will notice him. I know you guys are rubbing your heads and th...
You stand on a street-corner in your home town. The sky is overcast and there's a rumble of thunder in the distance that reverberates off the buildings. You reach in your pocket and pull out enough cash to cover the cost of lunch, shove it into the hands of the street vendor, and begin to make your way back to the office. You would hate to be caught in yet a...
As a writer sometimes your mind wanders to a "wouldn't it be weird if" type scenarios and in this story I have tried to explore how a woman might feel in a man's body, and vice versa. I fully accept that the vehicle used to make it happen is a little far fetched, or perhaps it can be chalked up to 'artistic license.' Hope you enjoy and any constructive feedb...
H^pOn the surface, Aisha Osman seems like a fairly nice young woman. Born into a Somali Muslim immigrant family, and raised in the environs of Barrhaven, Ontario, she leads a very normal life. She studies accounting at Algonquin College, and works at Walmart as a cashier. A tall, slender young woman with dark brown skin, forever wearing specs and a Hijab, wh...
My name is Ms Meyers. I am a thirty year old college professor of English Literature. Students have to go through me to graduate which gives me a good opportunity to root out the trouble makers and students worth spending more time with. I am a sexy 5ft. 6in tall brunette with piercing brown eyes, large breasts and shapely legs, which I love to show off to m...
It was Saturday night and Jenna was getting ready for a party at a friends house. After getting out of the shower she put on her pink plaid skirt, tight white v-neck shirt with her black boots. Putting on her make up as she called her friends to come pick her up so she could help set up. Once they got to the house, they got everything set up. Everyone st...
Beverly was crying. Her bosom heaved up and down as each sob wracked her body. "I've got to leave you, Gary. I can't live a lie anymore!" I cradled her in my arms, wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks, her farm girl freckles magnified by each drop. We sat on the couch, in the third year of our marriage, as I tried to make sense out of what Bev wa...
First of all, do you wanna be the son, one of the son's friends? Maybe the mother?What's next? The mother The Son Jason What's next? The mother The Son Jason...
Hey, there. My name is Geneva Ambrose. A six-foot-three, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned, twenty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a state police officer. And one of the toughest chicks you will ever meet. At night, I am a BDSM fanatic. Does that surprise you? It really shouldn't. There are lots of Black m...