Meet Tyrone Dumarais, a big and tall, handsome black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the environs of Detroit, Michigan, Tyrone moved to the Canadian Capital for work opportunities. He works for Shared Services and makes decent money. Unfortunately, Tyrone is quite lonely and most women don't understand his unique needs. He has a sincere ad...
"Peter! Get the hell in here!" Peter Johnson looked up from his cubicle. "Aw, I wonder what the dragon lady wants now," he said as he walked past his cubicle neighbor's desk. "From the tone of her voice, I'm guessing she wants your balls on the end of a sharp stick," his neighbor, Roger, joked. Peter threw him an annoyed look. "Very funny. If I'm not back...
Thunk! "Hey!" Doof! "Watch it!" Boff! "Ugh!" Thump! "Sorry about that... Pardon me... Whoops... Wide load, cummin' through..." Valerie Song dragged the apple-sized head of her cock across the head of every single person seated in the row in front of her. She was carrying a jumbo tub of popcorn in the crook of each elbow and clutched an extra la...
The concluding non-erotic, but nevertheless gripping, chapter about our heroine, Jane. * I knew as soon as Paul started the engine to drive me home that our relationship was doomed. When he had made love to me under the dark trees of the wood I knew that it was likely to be out last time together, at least as lovers. Perhaps at some time in the future we...
After enjoying a concert by the lake we walk a little ways from the band shell, away from the crowd of people. Your arm is lightly around my waist as it has been during most of the concert. You turn to face me. I look up into your eyes and smile. You smile back, placing a hand under my chin, tilting my face up and lightly place your lips against my mine. As...
This is the second story I've written about auto-fellatio--sucking one's own cock--not to be confused with the practice of mouthing the tailpipes of motor vehicles. Read "Auto-Fellatio" if you like the topic or want some more background for this story. As soon as I found out there was such a thing as dick-sucking, I knew it would definitely feel great. At t...
Working next door as usual, next day, Jennifer invited me into her private parlor for a little chat. "I discussed your financial 'issues' with Mummy yesterday. You may be surprised to learn that she was impressed with your domestic service the other day. She was planning a ladies' tea-party this week, but unfortunately, her maid has been called away on fam...
Craig Lundquist was finding it difficult to go to sleep. He wasn't thinking about the "Long Shots" training he was about to undergo the next morning and all that it entailed. Nor was he thinking so much about his tremendous attraction for Holly McKenzie, although he did try, but in vain, to dispel the images crowding his troubled mind with thoughts of her. W...
"Oh, don't stop," Phoebe moaned at me. Her hazel hair lay flopped back and forth on the pillow as her head flopped back and forth. "Don't stop! Fuck me, Will, fuck me!" I wondered why she thought I would stop at this point, with my dick already pounding her tight little pussy, or how I would even manage to. I was really just trying to hold back the flood of...
Phoebe Sex-pot. How to water a peculiar Parisian flower. ***** Bonjour je me apelle Phoebe. I live in Paris, I am a fashion designer and I'm 34 years old. I'm not married, I don't have a boyfriend. I live alone with my cat, Ginger. I paint, smoke ganja and have lots of money. I'm a rich daughter of an ambassador, so I've enjoyed many pleasures. One pleasur...