Sometimes my boyfriend Josh gets really turned on and wants to fool around, but I'm just not in the mood to go all out with him. Times like these I prefer to get him off using my hand while I tell him a story. So today I'd like to share with you the erotic story I told to him while jerking him off last week. If you have read any of my other stories, you kno...
My name is Franklin Reginald. A tall, good-looking, forty-something black man of Haitian descent living in rural Georgia. In the good old U.S. of A. Like many men in this world, I work very hard to make a living. And if there's something which I absolutely cannot stand, it's those people who don't respect the hard work of others. Or worse, those who take the...
Eva 34 – A red lace napkin Eva hurried to clean up the trash from the ladies lingerie display she had been working on all morning. As she stuffed the garbage into the trash cart she quickly rolled it into the shipping department. After freshening herself in the ladies room she observed herself in the mirror. She saw the rosy color in her cheeks and smiled....
Trapper is my best friend. After the death of my wife two years ago I was disconsolate and needed to find a new direction in life. I had tried joining clubs, taking lessons and all the other usual ways of meeting people and socialising. But I missed my wife and could not get over the loss. You see she was beautiful, a classic English rose. Pear shaped and...
That pressure. Oh, that pressure. The heat of him in front of me and the rough chill of the brick wall behind me was exquisitely overwhelming. I couldn't have seen straight if I tried. But I didn't try. I squeezed my eyes shut and it was as if the entire world spun, leaving us with only each other for an anchor. I pulled him in deeper with my legs, my high h...
Tamsin was getting a bit bored with her gym session by now. She'd been working hard while checking out the firm bodies of the sweaty boys. Not to mention quite a few of the other girls as well. She paused to take a big gulp from her water bottle. And to stare quite openly at the wildly flopping crotch of the man on the treadmill facing her, telling her that...
I often look back and think about how it all started. I don't remember making a conscience decision to submit to my wife or to hand over control but...well let me start at the beginning. We had been married about 5 years or so, the sex was still good but it had become a little routine, we had been taking each other for granted I guess. Jenny had some girl-...
Chris and Becca are two crazy kids from the Midwest. They are 'friends'. Both are married (to other people) and both have a family. You might recognize them as your bank teller, high school teacher, landscaper, plumber or even simply your next door neighbor. Basically, they are the people you see everyday that you take for granted, who you assume are regular...
"Do you trust me?" She felt his breath ghost across her skin as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. He strode around her as she hesitated. Reaching out he lifted her chin until she faced him. "Do you trust me?" Slowly she looked into his eyes and barely moving, nodded her head. "Say it. Say the words. Say them now or this ends here." She shivered...
He walked over to her, tangling his hand in that thick mane of curly red hair, licking the side of her neck, before kissing her hard and fast. Then he turned around and walked away without a backward glance. "I'll see you later." he called over one shoulder. With that he walked through the doorway and was gone. She shook her head with a laugh, once again...