The name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian-American descent stuck in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Lately, I have been having some exciting adventures in the City of Ottawa. First things first. I hate this City. It is full of ugly White folks who think they're all that. They're really not. I can't stand this town and I miss the warm...
In Part One of Clay returns with a friend, Maggie's old lover called her and wanted to see her again. After she convinced me to invite him over for dinner (and some kinky after dinner fun) we agreed to cookout on a Saturday evening. What Maggie did not tell me is that he was going to bring a friend. When he arrived with a gorgeous beauty with Colombian roots...
My ex-wife and I separated and divorced a little more than two years ago. Although the initial break-up was a little rocky we have managed to rebuild our friendship and establish an amicable parenting relationship. Our kids are four and nine and we both remain very active and involved in their lives. Ironically, my ex and I see each other more now than when...
The following story is a work of fiction, and one of the few that I will write in the third person. It is a loving wife tale, of an adulterous wife, you can expect substantial exhibitionism, and likely some drunken shenanigans. If this is liable to offend you DON'T READ IT. To everyone else I hope you enjoy. Also please remember that unlike the real world wh...
This story is a sexual fantasy and is strictly a work of fictional and is intended as ADULT entertainment, but we all know that some of our neighbors and acquaintances are acting out these scenes in their real life every day. Therefore the author encourages you to practice safe sex always. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please...
Chapter Four: Chantel Hams it up with Kerri and Friends. Beep, beep, beep, my alarm clock goes off. Lying under my fluffy covers and on my satiny bed sheets, face mushed half buried in a pillow I awake, glance at that damn clock and see 9:00am. It's Sunday and I do not have to be up at any specific time but I do not really like sleeping in as I feel it wast...
Talking with some clients after work a few night ago, someone asked about our marriages. When the give-and-take got around to me, I just said, "I lost my wife about 3 years ago." That got the usual condolences, followed by the usual last question, "What did she die of?" I briefly answered truthfully, saying, "I really don't know if she's alive or dead but...
"So what are you going to do this morning to keep from foundling yourself and jacking off?" I sputtered into my coffee. My SLA sponsor didn't fuck around. "Well good morning to you too." "Well, answer the question." His voice wasn't quite a harsh. "I'm not going to look at porn on my phone." "Good answer. What about after work?" "I'm going to go straight...
I exhale deeply. There is only a minute or two until he'll be here and this suddenly becomes real. I'm propped against several pillows in a dimly lit hotel room. One hand is holding onto the corner of a pillow and the other is rubbing my thigh. I think back on the past several hours. I got the call in the middle of the day from a girlfriend looking for som...
Disclaimer: The following account is a fictional story of sex between two adults. If you are not allowed to read such stories by law or by any reasons, do not do so. Otherwise, enjoy. Any comments and feedbacks are welcome –John Antony "At last, a couple has come to live in our vacant house next door," Shrish's mother announced. Shrish was not interested...