It was just another balmy August night and there I was rambling around downtown, restless as ever. Movement alone had the power to calm my scattered mind. Though solitary, I was not completely alone there, on dry dark streets. Occasionally I came to witness some other poor soul wanderer who seemed just as restless as I. the same dead stare which sees nothin...
Where is my friend, my inspiration, my muse? Oh to feel his hands upon me, to stir up ideas begging to be explored. His tall dark body stands before me. Waiting for which fantasy we shall work on tonight. Shall he be the strict teacher teaching the young mouthy girl what her mouth is best used for, while bringing the ruler down on her bare ass? Her skirt l...
My wife and I opened a nightclub called Cocks and Cunts. Of course you have to be 18 to enter. It is a sleazy club on the bad side of town but we get lots of customers from the rich financial side of town that want to have a good time. I met my wife in one of these sleazy clubs she was a nude sex performer that performed for anybody that would stick a dollar...
He was really overdoing it. If he were a puppy, his tail would have flown off, the way he was struggling to please. In a way it was fun to watch, but when something's over the top it's over the top. He smiled; in what he thought was a wicked smile as he scooped another spoonful of ice cream sundae onto my pussy and proceeded to lick it off. Sure, it felt al...
My first experience with a woman taking complete control of me was in the last year. I was in Asia and found myself very fond of and living with a delightfully pretty and petite young Asian girl who captured my heart enough to make me stay in this land. for a couple years in fact. She was much younger than I, her being just 22 and I was 44 at the time, marr...
The girl sits on the bus, staring out the window into the dark night. Thunder cracks threw the night sky, illuminating the dark silluettes of the buildings as the bus passes. She shivers, pulling her worn coat closer to her body, tightening the material against her form. She rests her head on the cold window, the temperature of the glass seeping into her ski...
I found myself in an unbelievable situation. My back held tight against the freezing doorway, my wrists were secured high above my head with rough, digging rope to a conveniently placed hook. My red satin shirt hung open revealing an indulgently decorated black bra with a now vulnerable front clasp. My hips swayed vainly trying to gain balance. Only the very...
Joanna had a lasting presence in my fantasies, when I was younger. Still has. She was the maid in my grandparent's house where I spent most of my summer holidays. I remember the great commotion in the neighborhood on the day that my grandmother hired Joanna, as well as I remember thinking of me as the luckiest guy in the world for having her all to myself,...
Last night was another late night at the office. I normally work a ton of hours and tonight was no exception. My entire building was empty and it was just me. I snuck downstairs to have a cigarette before wrapping up the work for the day. I was outside my building went a woman approached me. She asked if I had any money so she could get some food. She expla...
Hey, there. I am that rare Black woman who craves White guys. And this is my story of going around trying to satisfy my lust. The name is Anita Berry. I live in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I study business administration at La Cite Collegiale. And for as long as I can remember, I've been into White guys. I can't explain. There is just something...