There was a friend I had growing up in New Orleans who was pretty direct about her sex life. Being friends, she trusted me with the lurid tails of how she screwed this man, or how she made out with this woman, or how she tried “this” one time and “that” another time. Just when I thought that one story would be the most decadent, she would return with another...
The New Orleans air wrapped its heat around Evelyn as she left the Cat's Meow on Rue Bourbon at eleven thirty. She was buzzed, far from drunk, no where near falling down, and just like any other Friday night, she made her way home from the bar, a few blocks away on the Rue Burgundy. She was upset that she had to leave early to make it to work on time in the...
Lana Franks is a mean bitch, ladies and gentlemen. Not to sound crude or loutish, but there is seriously no other way to describe this lady. At first glance, the five-foot-ten, curvy young Black woman with the deep chocolate skin and thick Afro looks quite lovely, pleasant and nice. She's attractive, but in a nonthreatening way, like those women at your loca...
Hello, there. My name is Rhonda Winston. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Irishwoman living in New Orleans, Louisiana. I'm a police officer working for the New Orleans Police Department. The other day, I was on this bus and there were these passengers who were so damn unruly. A group of young black women were sitting next to me in the back of th...
Jack left work Friday afternoon and began the long walk to the train station and shivered. A storm threatened above and he shoved his hands in his wool overcoat to keep them warm, but when he saw her coming towards him, the coldness of winter melted as she brushed past him on the street, the smell of her perfume lingering behind. He inhaled the fragrance he...
"NO, Steve, You can't, were in the men's bathroom for cripes sake!" "I don't care, I can't take this anymore!" "Allen and your girlfriend are out there waiting, we can't, we..." He was in me, pushing deep, shoving me up against the stall wall of the bars restroom. I was moaning for everything I had, and didn't care who heard me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
It wasn't easy traveling on long trips away from my girlfriend, Jane. I didn't do well with not fucking every day. I rubbed my dick raw from jerking off but it was a terrible substitute to actual fucking. To make matters worse my girl absolutely refused to send me any nudes. I'd love something raunchy but would have settled for something tasteful. I begged h...
I was seated in a small bar in New Orleans. I love bar food especially in Louisiana. It always tastes better than the restaurants uptown. My names Jamie, and I used to live in St. Bernard Parish, a small suburb outside the Big Easy. At least I did until that BITCH Katrina ruined it in 2005. I live in Hammond now, but frequent New Orleans what I deem to be wa...
September 29, 1912 Sacred Assumption Convent 121 State Street New Orleans, Louisiana Your Excellency: I write this in the hopes of persuading the Archdiocese of New Orleans to consider granting more monies to the Sacred Assumption Convent. We are in dire straits due to the recent season of storms that have ravaged not only our properties, but have also...
My wife, Brenda and I have been active swingers for the past 10 years and we have been married 15. We both discovered early on that we could not have kids, so we dived into our professional careers, almost to the point of burnout. We nagged each other and definitely made life difficult for us with high stress levels. It was decided we needed a vacation, and...