Note: This story experimentally combines several fetishes: peeing, pooping, adult breastfeeding, masturbation, dry humping, and lesbian anal play. If you are someone for whom some of these are turn-ons while others are turn-offs, there are other stories on my profile that deal more exclusively with each fetish (except for lesbian anal play, for which this is...
WARNING: I'm bent for black; that means that I'm straight except when it comes to black men. I guess with the limited terms available to us you could say that I'm bisexual. I don't reject the label because I'm ashamed, I just don't think "bisexual" does a very accurate job of telling the story. I a, turned on by all types of women; the only find black men at...
This story was written real-time via texting by a man (H) and a woman (S). ***** H: I had a good night's sleep. Good morning. I wondered if any of your kids are anywhere near to making you a grandmother. I'd like to fuck a grannie :) S: Good morning. I have a few girlfriends who are grandmothers. I will invite them over for you and your pleasures. Lots o...
Tom knew at that moment that his life had changed forever. It was a kiss, a simple playful kiss- meant in jest but filled with promise and hope and despair all at once. The promise and hope was that what stirred in young Tom's heart and belly with the excitement of the kiss and a feeling he never thought he would have, the despair was that he knew Eric was o...
Hi. My name is Tim, and this story is about my college girlfriend Louise and me, and what college was like for us at what I will just call RDU. RDU was a relatively modest-sized school, but strong academically and unusually strong at sports for its size. It was a private school and attracted a lot of well-to-do students from good families-- like me and Loui...
I'd like to thank you all for the reception this story has been given. Glass Houses is a retelling of my first erotic story I post years ago on another site. To the best of my knowledge that version is no longer out there, but if this seems familiar, you might have run into it back then. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up,...
The first time I ran into my cousin Sammy Charles, I didn't recognize her. I was visiting my family members in Orleans, Ontario, but I lived in the town of Nepean at the time. The slim, dark-skinned young Black woman with the braids came to the door and gazed at me curiously. I stood there, big and tall and Black. The name is Thomas Jean. My friends and fami...
December 4, 1997 Finally! After more than forty-five minutes of circling Philadelphia International Airport Savannah breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way to the baggage claim area. Her eyes scanned the crowd searching for the driver she'd hired for her time here. In the last six months since beginning the rapid expansion of her design business she'...
After the Ball is Over. All characters are adults. ***** Rose's costume gown was black silk tulle and sheer gray chiffon that looked like wisps of smoke against her white skin. Black, glass beads and rosettes covered the gown. Her shoes were red leather, closed-toe 3-inch heels with silver buckles fastening the ankle straps. Rose's red hair was cut in a b...
Colloquial English can be colourful if a little confusing for the non UK resident. In this short story I have attempted, in I hope a humorous way, to enlighten those readers who may have been having problems understanding some stories, movies, or TV programmes made by us Brits. Cheers (Good luck) * Tom and Alec made their way up the street towards the bo...