I am so wet, again, just thinking about our night together. I smile to myself as I re-read your text, the one that started the wheels turning for me: "We have to plan to get dinner when I am back." It was so obviously, so entirely innocent, just a casual note between friends. But somehow, whether it was your intention or not, those few benign words started...
Confessions, but mostly horny ramblings... Episode 2 I told you last time I'd probably tell you about other of my dirty solo adventures. This first one I put up seemed to have brought some interest among some people in this community, and that's very motivating for me to start sharing more. This is so liberating. It makes me work on my writing flow, allows...
My name is Manuel Vasquez Johnson. A big and tall young man of Black and Spanish descent living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I was born in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. On the first day of February 1987. My father James Johnson is originally from the island of Jamaica and my mother Estella Vasquez is from the Republic of Spain. Just a pair of imm...
(For those of you interested in timelines, this story takes place about three years after Her Parents Were Not Home. It's based on a true experience.) * * * * * "Go to the bedroom and get naked" Erica told me. Turning to Dianne with a grin she added "We'll be in there in just a few minutes." Dianne grinned back at her. I was only too happy to obey, but I...
[This is continuation to my story "Spring Fever". Reading that prior to this chapter is suggested, though not necessary] Arun I stirred in the morning and found Swati naked besides me. Her nightie crumpled with tell-tale dried emissions from last night. She was always serene in her sleep. Her light brown nipples no longer firm. I slid off my side and pulle...
Sheila retired to her room but the thought of what just happened made her terribly excited. This arrangement had turned out even better than she had expected. Her new son in law was not only as submissive as she had hoped, he even seemed to be a little excited at the situation she had put him in. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation. She could not wait to invi...
For those interested in timelines, this story takes place about three years after my story Her Parents Were Not Home. It's based on a true experience. No, I still don't know what they talked about while they kept me waiting. "Go to the bedroom and get naked" Erica told me. Turning to Dianne with a grin she added "We'll be in there in just a few minutes." Di...
Josh had always loved returning home for the summer. True, it had been his choice to go to school across the country, to experience the Northeast—but he still missed home. There was nothing like coastal central California. His parents, who still lived in the same house he grew up in, lived just a mile from the Pacific Ocean, and year-round the weather was co...
Growing up, one of the things I hated was having to share a bedroom with my brother. Sharing with any brother would have sucked, but my brother was - well, I think the polite word is - an asshole. But I will admit that he was an asshole who was good at handyman stuff. So when our dad gave him permission to fix up an old shed we had at the back of our yard as...
My name is Samuel Xavier. Also known as Brother Samuel. I'm a big and tall, good-looking young Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a first-year student at Suffolk Law School in downtown Boston. Right now, I'm visiting the town of Detroit, Michigan. Along with the District of Columbia in Washington, Harlem in New York, Atlanta in Geor...