The sequel to - 'What goes up...' Read that FIRST. Lying on the large, double bed, Harriet sleepily eased her naked body onto its side and the hollow gold crucifix around her pale neck slipped lovingly between her large, firm breasts. Her body heat gradually warming the red pubic hair folded neatly within. She opened her eyes - remembering. Today was t...
Howdy, folks. The name is Damon Jacques Etienne. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian descent. Yeah, there are a lot of Haitians in America. We're taking over the world. Pretty soon, Haitian men and Haitian women are going to outnumber African-American men and women in America. Haitians are becoming the dominant black group on College and Univ...
The following morning Marisa felt the sun on her eyes as it shone through the blinds in their bedroom. It had been an eventful weekend without a doubt. She turned to the other side of the bed to see that Stephen was still fast asleep. He had been distant since the other day and Marisa frowned. She wondered if Jerome was right last night. In times like these...
Chapter 5: Jack, Jen & I Move Marisa For those keeping track: In our last episode I had hooked Jenny up with Jack, the trainer from the gym, in exchange for which my wife was promising all kinds of delicious rewards. I had also agreed to help Marisa, that little firecracker, move in with Jenny, and had recruited Jack's help. I was harboring all kinds of na...
"Well, I have like 45 minutes to kill," sang the high-pitched, sweet teen voice of my daughter's curvy Latina friend Marisa, "would you like a sloppy blowjob?" My ears weren't expecting that question, and I swear I must have blushed. Perverted middle-aged fathers don't get that question often, or at least, this one doesn't. Or hasn't before at least. Maybe...
Marisa wasn't easy. In this way, she mirrored her life: Daughter of a once-bright mother, dragged into the trenches by an addict father. She buried the two of them before her twentieth birthday, and along with it, the entire prospect of love. Men, to her, were playthings-anatomy, a vehicle, distilled desire. But never something worthy of the library in her h...
I was tied to the bed, my hands tied together in a double column knot that extended over my head, and my feet angled out to the sides, attached by a shackle knot to either bedpost. Master had delighted in explaining the various knots he was using, waxing poetic about the art of shibari that he was fond of. But the day wasn't centered around rope bondage, it...
When I got to work Monday morning I was waiting to clock in when Dwane walked in the door. The second he saw me standing there he got a big ass grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was thinking the moment he saw me. That he has fucked my wife while I was gone. Something he has been wanting to do for a while now. He had no idea I knew what they had done o...
This is a story about me and my wife that are happily married for almost twenty five years running into the usual rut that most marriages run into, including needing to spice things up especially while struggling with ED. I'll let you know a little about ourselves. I'm 55 years old, 5'9" and overweight. Brown hair, blue eyes, average looking guy that needs...
Marisa the cheating white slut next door. So by now you are aware that Marisa my next door neighbor and I are undercover lovers. These stories are 100% true, the names and locations are actual facts. Here is another segment from on of our encounters. ------------------------- My kickboxing workouts are pretty intense in my gym class, but this particular...