Once Cara had watched Robert with another man the day he'd introduced her to anal sex, the idea of seeing two guys together still excited her. When she'd seen a cable movie one night that featured a woman engaged in sex with two men, she became curious and aroused, an element that never before occurred to her. Once it did, her newest fantasy could only be...
"Hey Niykee, this is crazy. Would you go on a first date with me in Olympic National Park this weekend?" Niykee remembered Donovan, the guy who sent her the text. Her producer had rented out the Sky Bar to throw a promotional party. She was sitting with her girlfriends at the far end of the pool at the table with the glass railing that opened up a full view...
NOTE: This story is a follow-up to "A Bus Worth Missing," posted 4/14/16 in the romance section. To get the most out of this new story, interested readers might wish to read "A Bus Worth Missing" first, written from Ryan's point of view. Now it's Coleen's turn. As always, feedback is much appreciated, yea or nay. Some girls get swept off their feet. Ryan...
There are no underage characters in this Humor & Satire. All characters portrayed are over 18. * Are you sad and thinking about taking anti-depressant medication? If you are, then you need to read this. Are you depressed and already taking anti-depressant medication? If you are, then you need to read this. During a recent visit to the Hershey Medical Ce...
I woke up feeling some SERIOUS morning wood. I was so hard, I felt the stiffness all the way down between my legs, in the root of my cock. I opened one eye and saw Bev, my girlfriend of three months, blowing air on my naked erection. It pulsed and wobbled when she did that. And when she started blowing again, I got to use her favorite joke: "SUCK, dammit!...
Why is this happening now? How long do I have to figure this out before the opportunity is gone, possibly forever? Is it really an opportunity, or am I reading too much into it? This could be so embarrassing if I'm wrong. But it's been so long. As I leaned over to pick up my glass from the table I brushed against his arm. I didn't do it on purpose, but I m...
A lot of American people carry inside their heads this popular misconception that black females are sexually inhibited. Well, that's a damn lie. My name is Sarah Jessica Johnson and I'm a Boston gal here to tell it like it is. Black women are not sexually inhibited. Well, not all of us anyway. Sure, there are quite a few frigid bitches in our communities jus...
I walked past the Barbershop in a straight line to the next bar on the Clark AFB side gate strip. The two Paso's were still in my pocket that my bride had given me to get a haircut. My appearance had changed a little, I was a marked man. Both my elbows and knees were featuring dried blood from my concrete encounter. It felt warm and good. I needed to cool my...
A lot of White people say that they're not racist but I'm one of the few who actually mean it. And it has cost me. My name is Shelley Lefebvre. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, and grew up all over the place. One of my favorite places in the world is the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I spent ten years of my life there, long enough to...
Ladies it's me Mary 'The Magic Flute Player' Larson and if you remember my claim to fame then I think you'll want to hear what I have to say. Do you consider the men in your life nothing but big, hulking, forceful if not suave, hunks of over confident hairy-chested machismo? How much of your valuable time do you waste just trying to train these beasts just t...