Jungle fever. That's what everybody thinks when they see us together. As if sex is the only thing in the minds of Black men and White women when we get together. Well, as someone in such a relationship I resent that. My name is Anne-Marie Longueil. I was born and raised in the City of Trois-Rivieres in the Province of Quebec. My world changed when I moved to...
The club was the obvious choice for them as Elizabeth had repeatedly expressed her desire to engage in interracial sex but wanted to be safe and discrete. They'd discussed these cravings for probably two or three years now, exploring them via spoken fantasies and role-play but now at the age of twenty eight it had got to a point where they had to go a stage...
Tenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It has been 20 years since my last confession." "And that is the sin you wish to confess?" "No," Latina laughed, "Don't be silly, father. I just have two things to confess." "Only two in 20 years? I'm impressed. You must be practically a saint." "Well, I don't...
The atmosphere in the room was slightly tense and the conversation strained...not through any lack of social skills but quite the opposite, my sister, our female guest and myself being intimately acquainted to the extent that normal conversation seemed unworthy of the occasion. Since the occasion so far that memorable morning had entailed various combination...
"Are you sure that you're going to be okay while I'm away, honey?" "Laura, for Pete's sake, I'm not a kid. Go and have yourself a good time and don't worry about me. It'll be good for you to have a few days on your own. Oh, and honey.... I meant what I said. If you meet somebody that appeals to you, go for it! You may never have an opportunity like this aga...
This fantasy was sparked by a real life event, I'm sure you'll be able to figure out at what moment I slip from fact into fiction. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: It's late Saturday afternoon and I'm standing in the shower looking forward to this evening. My boyfriend's folks are out of town for the weekend and he's having a party, my first "pro...
DISCLAIMER: I have to go here first and foremost. I am not writing this story to get back at any of the people that I am writing about. I have a very healthy relationship with nine in every ten of my ex girlfriends and sex partners. (That is until a few of them get wind of this story, but what is a sexual past that you can't share with someone? Right?) I am...
Laura's descent into terror begins. Chapter One: Not afraid of the dark "Terror is when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there..." Stephen King Laura enters the dark bedroom closing the door behind her before reaching for the light switch. H...
This is an entirely fictitious story and has no relation to any know ship of the Royal navy or any particular set of circumstances. * It was 7.00 am on a typical January Monday morning. It was jut before dawn and a chill wind blew off the sea with a few tentative flakes of snow flying in the wind. The off duty crews of the various submarines that made up t...
Friday night my room mate and I were invited to attend a bachelorette party. It was being thrown by one of the girls in my fraternity for her sister. It was sort of a no expense wasted sort of thing. The sky was the limit. I had never been to one, but I'd heard that they get a little rowdy and sometimes end up as drunken orgies. I was up to it I thought bec...