I'm sixty-years old and the thought of sitting in a parked car in a secluded area and necking with a woman seems a little silly -- especially if the woman is my wife. We're going to get worked up and cars are not the most comfortable places for sex. So why not just go home and get it on? My wife keeps insisting it will be romantic and will make the sex seem...
I am a young Black man living in Boston. I grew up as a regular guy. By the time I was eighteen, I was over six feet tall and excelled at everything from basketball to football and wrestling. I was a pretty good student. My parents were hard-working poor black people and I wanted to make them proud by getting a good education and making something out of myse...
*This is my first submission and was written as a fantasy piece for a girlfriend, not for open viewing. I edited it a little bit since then, hoping it still holds up. Hope you enjoy.* * Anna sat alone in her motel room, sitting on the large bed and skipping through channels. She wanted to get away from everything when she checked into her, yet now she wis...
Everyone has secrets, anxieties and insecurities, and I am definitely no exception, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Yasmin Hussein, and I'm a Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I stand five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, a fine exemplar of the beautiful Northeast African/Horn of Africa woman. Beauties like me are found in nations...
It's a clear sunny day with a nice cool breeze from the north. We take a drive along the coast, to start the day after breakfast, and we're both in a naughty, very mischievous kind of mood. You've worn a silky soft skirt, and since you've purposely remained naked underneath, you slowly and teasingly hike up, and at my request you flash me and play with that...
The morning was as normal as every morning getting the children off and Joe leaving for the office. Cleaning up from the night before Nicole was putting everything back in order when she came across the tape of her hypnotic rape by the Thomas Brothers just 3 weeks earlier. Not remembering the ordeal being conscious only by what she seen on the tape she got a...
It was about 4:30 on a warm summer's eve in the wonder city of Berlin. I had just gotten home from working at the local pub down on Becker St. when I saw a bright and shiny card lying on my bed. "Come and have some fun, get naked, have it all, explore the life…you know you want to" was in bright pink letters on the border of the card. It was an invitation fo...
Foreword Unlike my previous stories which are totally true, this one is mostly true but the ending is fictional. I have decided to write it this way because of the feedback I received from my earlier stories. The problem with writing about true events is that the story doesn't always go far enough. I will leave to the reader to decide where truth become...
As he sat on the balcony reading the latest effort by James Patterson, he heard the door to the pool are squeak open and bang shut a moment later. The gate to the fenced in pool area was opened and the latch re-locked itself with a quiet click. The windows in his living room faced the parking garage rooftop of the building and his balcony overlooked the pool...
DB, this story always was, and always will be, yours. - VLD "Soon," was all he said. "I'll see you soon." Then he hung up the phone. God, she had come to hate that word. Soon. And she wondered just when exactly "soon" would be. Would she have to wait another hour, or three, or six? He hadn't said. She strolled over to the window of her hotel room and pe...