The hall way is empty, I can hear the buzz of Televisions and voices floating down the hall. I stand in front of the nondescript door, beyond the shiny numbers above the peek hole, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the seemingly endless rows of doors without your explicit direction, I finger the slip of paper in my hand, flicking it over to s...
I had known B through a mutual friend at the bar. The first time I met here, I had overheard her saying that her pussy feels like home. This is a sentence that will grab a man's attention. We fooled around, only fucked once, and then grew apart because of reasons. I had gotten into a relationship which was fantastic, but sexless because of other reasons. Wel...
Was our usual. I'd meet Ujomo (Ujo for short) downtown and we'd spend the day together. He lived in the Bronx. I lived in Philadelphia. We lived separately and had separate lives, but were married. It'd been almost two years since the nuptials but this wasn't your average situation. He was African and been in the U.S. for a few years now. A mutual friend int...
Airports can be a blessing and a curse for any perpetually horny couple, especially one that’s been apart for a while. It’s a blessing because despite the constant flow of people at all hours of day and night there are lots of places to sneak off to for a quick and unseen fondle, grope, or fuck. Contrarily, it’s a curse when all you want to do is be alone an...
They both worked for a large company with offices all over the world. They met during business trips to various offices, since their primary locations were thousands of miles apart. Will was a flirt and a charmer, but too humble to appreciate the sparks he ignited in his female co-workers. If Lynn hadn't made the first move, it would never have happened. She...
Hello to everyone who decides to take the time to read this true story. Please note that the use of a lowercase 'i' is intentional throughout the story. Thanx! FBG ************************** Its 1am on a Tuesday morning. i sit on my freshly made bed with clean sheets and perfumed skin from the bath i've just taken. i suppose my first thought is "how am i...
Another quick piece of smut for your pleasure. Thanks to my friend, Victoria Whita, for the pictures that inspired me to write this. She writes pretty good stuff as well. Please vote and comment once you're done. Feedback drives me to write more. Squinting at my computer's screen a little, I try to bring the letters and words into focus. I've been at this...
James Hunt was a successful man. He made fought his way through the bramble of people calling themselves photographers and found his place in the world of fashion photography. At a mere 29 years old, he lived in a beautiful flat in North London, appointed with designer furniture and all things nice. He even had a small collection of reasonably impressive art...
The microwave chimed, signaling that my dinner was now ready for me to eat. I sat immobile in my easy chair, a cold bottle of beer hanging by its long neck from my fingers. I did not make any move to retrieve my dinner, I'm certain my body was hungry but I just had no will to eat. It had been 5 days since my night out with Nina and I was running the whole e...
Leila was a belly dancer, not of the first water, but a woman who had taken up this particular form of exercise because of boredom. She had grown tired of aerobics, jazz dance, yoga, so why not? It was just another exercise trend to try and ultimately discard when it became too hard. Belly Dance was supposed to fill up those mornings when there was no more...