Dear friend... I wanted to tell you about that time my first boyfriend shared me with a stranger. I had already told you that he liked to discipline me and push me to the limits of trust and obedience. This was to be the ultimate proof of my devotion to him. He talked about this with me, we read erotic short stories about switching partners and inviting gu...
Chapter 1: In which Carol begins her dress code Carol in a a snapshot: She is holding my hand as we exit a building into a brisk summer breeze. Her dress is barely-legal: Too short on her ass by about half an inch, too low off her chest by about two inches. Thin enough to be almost sheer when she enters the full sunlight streaming down between the buildin...
I grew up in a city in the deep south that still believed that interracial couples were not proper, including my family. My father is a politician that came from money. Being a politician he kept his racist remarks about interracial couples, and people strictly at home. Growing up hearing my father going off at home about how could that white slut shame her...
Cady sat Indian style on one of the two leather chairs positioned in front of her agent's office door. The receptionist at the desk directly in front of her was peeking up over her half moon, horn-rimmed glasses with mild interest as she pretended to staple papers together. She felt like she was in a movie. No, not even a movie— she was having flashbacks....
This is a sequel to the story House Sitting Tuesday Mercy went over to lunch at Kelly's house, something that had been arranged for a couple of weeks. I got home from work around 4, and Mercy came back shortly after that. I asked Mercy about her day and she said she had been over at Kelly's all afternoon, but she kept changing the subject when I asked her a...
I am—or at least I was—a good and simple man. I am a professor at a university in Virginia. My specialty is American literature. I love teaching and reading and watching movies with my fiancée. My life, otherwise, is, by most people's standards, very uneventful. The story I am about to tell you is true. It is the story of shameful physical passion. It is...
Author's Note: This is part II of my very first story on here. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. Any characters committing sexual acts are over 18. There will be more story available soon. Enjoy! This is a futanari story, by the way. ***** "Knock knock," I heard a familiar voice from my front door. "Shit!" I said, "Just a...
Sarah worked as a maid at a hotel in New York City. Sarah's work keeping the rooms clean didn't bring her into close contact with the guests often, but on occasion she would get the chance to interact with some of them. Jason and Shawn, at least those were the names they put in the guest register, had been regular guests at the hotel for about a year now. Th...
I heard some people say that they don't think that big people have sex lives, let alone satisfactory sex lives. Whoever said these things is lying. Don't ask them. Just ask me, Bartleby Davidson. I'm a big and tall black man ( six-foot-three and two hundred and fifty pounds) living in Buffalo, New York. I'm a police officer in the city and I've put in ten ye...
"If you let Countess Dracula up there take your cock in her mouth," Nicole asked as we made our way under cover of night up the long and winding road to the castle, "how do you know you'll ever get it back out again?" "Ah, but that's the fun of it, my little cupcake," I informed her, giving her invisible nude bottom an affectionate fondle. "Of all the games...