Kathleen didn't mean to lose the tour group. They just walked too quickly for her, never stopping long enough to appreciate the sublime decrepitude of Havana's architecture. Besides, she thought, that morose young man in the cheap khaki suite I keep seeing is probably with the secret police. I can't get in too much trouble. The warm and humid Cuban dusk tur...
Man, I finally admit it to myself. I like Quebec women. They're arrogant, they're vain and wicked. Yet they're also unbelievably hot. My name is Samuel Marc Antoine. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent who recently moved to the City of Montreal in the Province of Quebec from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a United States Citizen but I speak s...
Hello, there. Crystal McCain is the name. I'm a five-foot-eight, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. In the eyes of the world, I'm a nice person. I major in Business Administration at Algonquin College and I'm transferring to Carleton University at the end of the year. Privately, I lead a very sordid exi...
I'm a 22-year-old girl and my name's Amy. I am a Malaysian-Chinese with straight black hair till the middle of my back, typical slanting eyes, and a slim figure 36B/27/35. I am tall for a Chinese, standing at 170cm and weighing 60kg, tanned, due to volleyball games and swimming, I invariably always attract attention. I just got my Bac. in Education (English)...
I am thinking about that time in Morocco. It was a dangerous time in 1930. You and I went to visit Alexis and her lover Pytor in the lower side of Tangier. We had a wonderful afternoon strolling the long narrow alleyways browsing for nicks and knacks. The streets were filled with cinnamon and oranges. Small boys rushed about in bandit ways. It was a bustling...
"This is bad," Ed Wilson said. He clicked his mouse and shook his head. "Bad, bad, bad" he said as he clicked away the articles on his computer monitor. "Why do these doorknobs think they can write?" Ed Wilson, Associate Editor of Sexerotica, an online amateur erotica site, pushed himself away from the terminal in disgust and popped his head into the cubicle...
The scene is a large, comfortable, characterless room in a large, comfortable, characterless hotel, somewhere in continental Europe. The clothes and other items visible in the room suggest a single, male occupant. The shower is running. The television is on, with the sound quite low. On the bed is a magazine, open at its centre pages. The room's tenant emer...
Just wanted to say thanks to the authors of the 'sex confession' type stories on this site. I prefer the stories based on what really happened, with all the details as to why it was memorable... I am interested in your feedback, so please give your comments and thoughts on my story. The following encounter happened to me 10 years ago in Mexico. It was my f...
The needle on the radar jumped up to 52 mph as the Buick whisked by. Twelve miles over the limit! I eased my prowler out of the church parking lot and gave pursuit. Submissively my prey pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. "Good afternoon Sir." I greeted the driver through his open window, "In a bit of a hurry are you?" The driver was very apo...
Sheila felt good, oh so good! She hadn't known it'd feel so wonderful. When the senior girls in school had whispered about it in the Girls' she'd been slightly disgusted. It had all seemed so physical, so awkward. Now she knew firsthand what it felt like, how magical it could be. Sheila smiled as she thought of her virgin days. At 17 she felt a woman – aft...