There is something special about the sound of rain in the morning. Something about it adds an additional significance to holding my wife close under the covers. Something about it adds a stronger desire to make love to her. So when I awoke in the morning and heard the rain falling somewhat hard and fast upon the roof, I instinctively turned to my wife to f...
The sound of running water, the trilling of birds in the trees and the sun peeking over the mountain were what woke me. As I lay there luxuriating in the freedom of the Idaho Rocky Mountains, I became aware of the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the crackle of a fire outside the tent. I groped the sleeping bag next to me looking for my lover to discover t...
It's been too long. She's starving, she needs help. Suffering from a ravenous hunger taking over, famished, crawling out of her skin. Pacing, confined and bound in abstinence. She is craving to be fucked, she suffers from bouts of hysteria, brought on from extreme self-control. It's reached its' breaking point, its feening now, and out of control. I think I'...
Note - Unlike my other writing, this does contain an element of fiction. * The GEN light started blazing red, the classic VW bus warning for an overheating motor, as the same belt which spins the generator drives the fan to cool the motor. This was a bad stretch of road for this to happen, with absolutely nowhere to pull off from the hilly, curvy narrow pa...
Hi, there. My name is Steeves Volmar Cherenfant. I'm a big and tall Black man living in West Side of the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Not too far from Brockton Community High School. These days, I'm a Criminal Justice Student at UMass-Boston, having transferred there from Massasoit Community College. And I'm openly Bisexual. Even though I'm one fine Hait...
Mary Cassidy was forty when she met the Reverend Joseph Drummond. He was a fine African male tall, well muscled, and with an obviously fat package buried inside his custom trousers. He was also unmarried and since his newest church did not supply him a rectory, he was looking for a home. Mary was the best white real estate agent in town. There was a time wh...
My girlfriend and I had good sex, good sex regularly. We loved to use toys, blindfolds, bondage and role-play. Our favourite role play was when Bonnie used to imagine that she was being fucked by someone else. This only ever happened if she'd been drinking wine and she was as horny as hell. Her fantasy man was always the same, a mutual pal of ours called Ste...
You live, shit happens, and then you die. Life can be summed up thus. And it's the creed that I live by. My name is Adawiyah Abdul-Samad. I was born in the town of Duba in the Tabuk Province of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Ten years ago my family moved to the City of Ottawa, in the Ontario region of Canada. And life has never been the same for us. For starte...
"Hey. Hey wake up! Good morning Sleepyhead," said Vivian, shaking the daylights into me. I blinked, having forgotten my place momentarily. I was still wearing the black cocktail dress from the night before. It was now up around my hips, in contrast to having previously looked so very elegant on my willing body. Vivian peered into my fluttering eyes with appr...
Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy as she rose and fell on my stiff cock. I had reached up and cupped her smallish tits, pinching and rolling her taut nipples between thumbs and forefingers. For her part, she had both hands at her groin, rubbing her now prominent clit. The soft "Unh...unh," sounds she had been making got louder and louder and h...