"You coming to my fucking party tonight?!" "Yeah man, of course dude!" "It's gonna be fucking off the hook!" "Kevin, perhaps you can share the details of your party after class?" Our history teacher Mr Langmead was staring over at us exasperatedly. "What are you doing tonight sir? Do you wanna come to my party?" Kevin was grinning foolishly back at L...
The heavy wooden door opened slowly, framing and revealing the room like a panning camera. Plain white walls, varnished pine floor. A wide bed with a cast iron frame topped with gleaming brass knobs. She knelt on it, naked, blindfolded, her face bowed between her chained, outstretched arms, half hidden in the tumble of her hair; her knees spread obscenely wi...
Disclaimer: This story includes small penis teasing, wife sharing, large penis superiority and unprotected sex. If you don't like those topics you can leave now. As always feedback is helpful. ***** It was the kind of moment I always dreaded. I was staring down the urinal trough hating myself for having waited a little too long to use the bathroom, and no...
Linda's education had soon developed to be totally sexually orientated. Dianne always managed to explain anything in enticing sexual terms and Miss Johnson's special sex education lessons nearly every day soon broadened his sexual knowledge so much so that there weren't many things that they hadn't tried. Both of them liked what Dianne taught just after lunc...
When I think back, I often wonder how happy I would have been if we hadn't gone out to dinner that night. Happier? Certainly not, as I am very content with my life at the moment. Maybe just as happy? That's more difficult, and I don't know. I'll never know. I met Jessy in my early twenties, soon after I finished my studies. We went out together off and on f...
He has never met anyone quite like himself. At least he doesn't think so. And that's where the problem lies. If we could read the minds of others, would we find more similarities than differences? If so, what would be the consequences? To uphold the accepted values of our society we like to sit in parsimonious moral judgment of others. But do we secretly e...
Lydia's lay on her stomach on the deck of the large yacht anchored alone, a mile from shore. The turquoise water lapped delicately against the hull. She flipped the page of the paperback book while her only foot floated in small circles above an upturned knee. Her slim attractive body betrayed her age. Most people thought her only in her early twenties thoug...
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons is Coincidental. I'm Tony B any critique on this story will be very welcome. As I sat having my lunch in the college cafeteria, this girl came in, and as she Got something to eat, another student quietly said "Nice." I looked as she left The counter, she came passed the table I w...
Summary: Slut and black husband submit to white men and women. Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. Note 2: This is part eight of a multi-chaptered story: In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth,...
"Seen enough?" Xan relaxed her posture to stare at a very stunned Liam. His blue eyes were wide with shock as they traveled up and down the length of her body. She wasn't a shy woman, having shared a bedroom and bathroom with Pogue for many years, but the intensity of Liam's stare made her anxious. A slow churning in her stomach made her cross her arms over...