*The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man. CHAPTER ONE - CUM TO THINK OF IT I remember when I first met Linda. She was a frequent guest at the casino whe...
'Come with me young lady.' Sarah took Jane by the hand and led her along the landing to another bedroom door. She opened it and stood back for Jane to see the interior. 'How would you like this to be your bedroom?' 'Sarah? It's lovely; very nice indeed. But are you serious?' 'Very serious, you said you wanted to find your own place, well here it is complet...
Talsiha looked out from her 10th floor apartment across the Bruxelles skyline. She could see in the distance the traffic jam with police cars, ambulance and fire trucks at the front surrounding the train station. Another evening in the city and another terrorist bomb. She shivered in the January evening chill and pulled her silk robe closer around her larg...
On our first evening in Paris a dinner / dance function had been arranged for all the sales conference delegates and their partners. Seated at the same table as Mike (my husband) and me were a delightful French couple. They were significantly older than us, with Pierre and his wife being around 50, whereas Mike and I were in our early 30's. Despite the age d...
It was another early Saturday morning at the sports complex and after spending some time in the pool I was lingering longer than necessary, as usual, in the changing room, engaged in my favorite pastime, looking at the mature men there and secretly admiring their lovely bodies, especially their daddy cocks. Since I was an older teenager I had become obsessed...
"Wow what a handsome looking young man" the woman thought. "Am I just unlucky or what? Hehehe, nahh I just get the cute ones. That's what she thought while the young guy moped while walking up her driveway. She saw a 21 year old young man with a decent shape, not too athletic, but good enough for a woman who doesn't interact with men often enough, except at...
Following a morning of intense tutelage from Eve regarding my duties as her assistant, we enjoyed a pasta lunch with wine and discussed the various aspects of her professional work. I admit to being disappointed that sex wasn't on Eve's schedule, but following the meal and when the wine had mellowed her authoritarian demeanour, that situation changed and I...
Moving into my own home and becoming a girl Pt. 1 Having worn lingerie secretly my whole life I was thrilled to get a job in the advertising industry right out of college. The income and signing bonus allowed me to immediately get my own apartment and move out of my childhood home. The first weekend I bought a complete set of furniture which included a tall...
It had been a long day; I was tired, and mum had messaged me if I could have a look at Jean's laptop as she was not able to connect to her WiFi in her apartment. Jean was a neighbour and lived in the apartment two floors below us. Mum had also said that she had a dinner date this evening and Jean had offered to make me some supper and if I did then I was to...
Let's face it, everyone of us fantasises about sex - and I'm no exception. Whether you're making love to your wife's best friend, a complete stranger or one of those gorgeous porn-queens off the internet, it's a fact of life! Some 'lucky bastards' get to act out their flights of fancy, but in the normal course of events these daydreams tend to remain exactly...