'This is our last goodbye... I hate to feel the love between us die' (... do you know the lyrics of Buckley?) 'Must I dream and always see your face... kiss me please kiss me. Kiss me out of desire, baby no consolation. oh you know it makes me so angry because I know that it died, I don’t want to make you cry, this is our last goodbye'... The wet street was...
My first chapter was about my wife April and her black stud Victor and my enjoyment at watching them in our bedroom in the throes of passion. Victor was now a weekly visitor to our home, as I had made a deal with April that if she was going to fuck Victor she had to do it in front of me. It pissed me off greatly to watch, but also made me horny as hell. A...
I don't know how long I lay in the white room. A loud bang woke me. I felt tingly all over, like my limbs were finally beginning to thaw out. I tried turning but again I couldn't move. "Good morning, Katie," a voice rang out behind me. I could hear a scratching sound and, of course, the whoosh whoosh whoosh. I tried moving my head, but she was out of sight...
I'd be waiting for you when you arrived in the sweetest Lolita dress I own with adorable high heels and a devious smile. You'd be fumbling as usual but I would come over, take your coat and offer for you to sit down. I'd come up behind you and start kissing your neck, letting you relax and fully enjoy it. You would close your eyes and lean into my lips, groa...
Marcia came home from work to find Frank on the computer. "Hi babe," she said, as she gave Frank a quick kiss. "What do you want to do for dinner?" Frank asked. "You," Marcia smiled. "Seriously?" Frank asked with an anxious tone in his voice. "Of course I want to do you babe. I'm not hungry for dinner yet, but I am hungry for you," Marcia said and again...
Now that I have gotten my wife to fuck other guys, and that she has been servicing a few of my friends on a regular basis for the last two months, an event that happened with my best friend Tony stands out. Tony and I grew up together since the beginning of high school. Tony is as black as black can get. He is also a very smart guy in the communications ind...
A few weeks ago after a long shift I decided to frequent one of the local massage parlours on the edge of town. I knew what to expect since I was no stranger to them, especially this particular one, which looked a bit run down but provided some great service, and was one of the few establishments open really late. The masseuse that I always go to was off th...
It is Saturday night just after dinner and I am sitting at my dressing table dressed in a black satin garter belt, black seemed hose, 3 inch heels and the sheer, full-length black peignoir that he bought me for our anniversary. I brush my short hair into place, touch up my lipstick, give a spritz of his favorite perfume and follow the sweet smell his Lane Li...
A straight guy for 34 years, I had always harbored a special interest in shemales. Not that I would ever admit it publicly. And that's how I met her, in an internet chat room. Cyberspace, where one can indulge in every fantasy in complete privacy. I was in the Big Apple and she in Bangkok. We chatted sporadically for almost a year. She discovered I was a ban...
Go ahead. What? Here. She hooks his fingers in the inner band of her underwear. Please. He feels as if the moment redeems all the days he was unwanted--by any woman, or any world for that matter, so he doesn't move the finger. Besides, the hand is paralyzed by a drugged surge of wine and joy and grief. Instead he caresses the full of her back, admiring i...