There is always a disconnect between people's public persona and their truer, private selves. I guess it's true what they say. We all do weird stuff in private. My name is Daniel Lincoln Lemieux. A big and tall young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the town of Trenton, New Jersey. Yep, I'm as African-American...
One thing about Angie she loves men but sometimes she likes the tenderness of a woman as well. No one knows this about her. She loves the feel of a woman's body and knows all the right places to touch and sometimes the desire for that is pretty overwhelming. Now Angie is in her mid 40's and being divorced she wants to experiment with her needs and desires....
I often take my work lunch in the parking lot outside a local deli; listen to news, read a book, watch the women as they move from vehicles to the mini-mall stores and back. Such different shapes and personalities; I fantasize about them all. The 20 something's who stroll in and out of the tanning and nail salon; their painted-on jeans and bare midriffs, ti...
I am the woman that other women fear, envy and hate. I am the epitome of stolen pleasure, the circumstance of forbidden fantasy, and the discoverer of lost desire. I am the vessel of delightful sensuality, the mentor of carnal knowledge, and the traveler of erogenous zones. I am the other woman, a thief of his heart, a sorceress of magical love potions that...
This is a true story of a recent adventure. Let me know if you like it at the address in my profile and I will post more. * I met Lydia from a posting on craigslist. I was in the habit of posting a variety of ads every week in the casual sex section, trolling for playmates. Sure, the odds of getting a date out of an ad were low, but what was the cost? And...
We met more by accident than anything. I was just visiting home for the holidays and was out with friends looking for some fun. She was an attractive blonde and something about her appealed to me even though I usually prefer brunettes. It seemed innocent enough, just a little harmless fooling around, the lust fueled by the amount of alcohol we had both consu...
She arrived to their loft a little earlier than he did. He often worked later than she. She kicked off her heels next to the sofa, and poured herself a glass of light white wine. She was standing at the kitchen island, rifling through the mail when he came through the front door. It had been a rather frustrating day at work for him. Managing his team on a...
© Original_Cinnamon 2005 We have had a good evening. There has been good wine, good food and conversation that lapped about the boundaries of our lives; my friends know me better than to push for details. They have been kind this evening and, as I wave them farewell from the door, I thank them. They haven't mentioned you, though your picture still sits on...
The tree was bright with lights, festive with decoration. The apartment warm, with a feeling of contentment in the air, along with the fragrance of the wonderful foods simmering and baking. The table set in a holiday theme, decorations and presents all around. As you walked in and glanced around, a smile came to you, along with a deep sigh of content bliss....
She watches the sun rise over the Great Pyramid of King Khufu from the balcony of their room. The air is still chill from the desert night. She’s wrapped in a silken sheet with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. A tear rolls down her cheek as she thinks to herself, what a beautiful man he is and how much she truly loves him. She turns to look through the...