For my first six months in the gym, a girl I saw working out was one I assumed I should avoid. She was always alone, some earbuds plugged into her head and doing a lightweight machine press. She definitely had some black in her genes, maybe a quarter or half. At her early to mid twenties, she was fit, but not the kind of fit where you can see her ribs nor wa...
My name is Allen. I have a twin brother named Alvin. We are "mirror" twins. I am right-handed; he is a leftie. I part my hair on the left; he parts his on the right. You men will get this part: I hang left; he hangs right. Yes, we are identical; thus we are "mirror twins." This story has its genesis in our first year of college. I went to a private college i...
It's only been ten years since graduation, but Jim felt like he hasn't seen some of his classmates much longer than that. He had kept in touch with some of his classmates, but there was one young lady that he has wanted since his freshman year in high school and never made his moves on her because he was black and she was a pretty well off white girl that ac...
Laura's tale I suppose I was lucky to have made two such good friends. Veronica, Vee, and Geraldine, Gerry, who sort of took me under their wing as it were when I started nursing. I was, at eighteen, a pretty, blue eyed blond virgin. Vee and Gerry were both fairly free with the sex. They said that if they liked a guy, they saw nothing wrong in enjoying a g...
As Salam Alaikum, people. The name is Ahmed Rahman and I'm a brother with one hell of a story to share with you. It's not easy for me to admit this, especially given my Muslim background but here goes nothing. I am a bisexual man. I do it with girls and guys. There, I finally said it. Let the haters come if they will. I honestly don't care anymore. As a bla...
This is the kind of reader Homer would like to "know." ***** A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman in a spankingly short maternity dress approached a short dark man in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica bookstore. "My God! I can't believe it," she exclaimed. "You are ...you must be ... Homer Vargas!" "Now why would you say that?" the man...
"I wish they all could be California, I wish they all could be California, I wish they all could be California girls..." the alarm sounded. I rolled over and reached out to the sound, grabbed the alarm, turned it off, and laid my head back upon the pillow. "I wish they all could be California, I wish they all could be California, I wish they all could be C...
Dianna finally meets the demonic duo. This story is the property of the author. It may be redistributed, copied and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial entities. Using this material in any commercial publication, including websites, without the express permission of the author, will be followed up with legal action. This fictio...
FOREWORD This short story is an homage to one of the greatest wordsmiths who ever lived. Some of you will get it and others may not. Don't worry if you don't understand to which famous scribe I am referring. Just search for "famous Scottish Halloween poem" and hopefully you'll find what you're looking for. * As a regional sales rep, driving thousands of m...
For years, Roger was limp. It was a combination of things. Anti-depressants. Age. Chronically jacking off to cuckold and nylon themed porn. His wife certainly didn't help either. She was drop dead gorgeous. Always made up to perfection with raven black hair and perfectly sculpted tits. She knew about her husband's struggles but she didn't know whether to be...