Douglas had been exhausted when he had entered his bedchamber with the pure intent to sleep and recharge his battery so to speak. The number of women he had suddenly found himself dodging, no matter where he went, was to say the least, frustrating and depressing. Here were beautiful women of rich colors and backgrounds throwing themselves at him, women with...
Jean took C's penis between her fingers and squeezed its base. She didn't want him cumming, not until her needs had been met. He groaned equal parts pain and frustration. She knew he wouldn't have lasted much longer; his little penis was twitching uncontrollably, what began as a seep was now a steady flow of precum. His penis she knew was about to blow. The...
Halloween was just a week away, and Marc was at the Halloween store with his girlfriend, Kristen, and their friend, Miguel. They were looking at costumes for the party on Saturday. "Oh, look at this one," Kristen said, holding up a package. The picture showed a girl in a black mini-dress, fishnet stockings, and matching heels. "That's hot," Miguel said....
Have you ever noticed? Most Mafia kingpins really do talk like Marlon Brando in The Godfather. It's true. It came to me as I was lying in bed one morning, recalling the conversation I'd had the day before with Tony 'Mad Dog' Mancini, who rules Chicago's South Side with an iron hand. "Daniel, I tell ya," he mumbled, "nuthin's more important to a made man tha...
Implacable Icarus Copyright 2003 Not for children. It was one of those hot mid august days. A day when you sweat in the shower and the grit collects on the back of your neck the moment you leave your apartment. I was on 79th and Lex, just emerging from the subway when I saw her. Just to clarify, there are many beautiful women in New York. But she, well s...
Jeanette laid back onto the mound of pillows on her bed. She was in the center or her queen sized bed wearing lingerie: a sheet white bra with matching panties and a white garter belt and white thigh high stockings. The covers and top sheet were pulled halfway down the bed. She had lit about a dozen candles about the room. Tonight was finally the night. She...
Dear Diary, Today was an amazing day. I got to spend the whole day with her. I just want to tell her how I feel, but I don't know how she'll react. I don't even know if she likes girls, let alone a dickgirl. It's so hard to live my life like other girls sometimes. I always feel alone and no one ever took the time to get to know me... well, except for Ashley...
Lily Murs walked gracefully down the sizzling sidewalk. Her delectable bubble-butt swung from side to side; her fair, brown hair blew in the summer breeze; her pale, smooth skin gently burned in the piercing sun. A devilish grin spread across her youthful face as she thought about the wicked days that were to come. A comfortable layer of moisture began seeki...
"Don't call me mixed, dude, for your information, I identify as black," I said to the wannabe super-fly Latino dude in the Durag who stepped up to me. That fateful morning, I was at Bayview Station, waiting for the O-Train which would take me to the Carleton University campus. After hollering at me in Spanish, a language I do not speak, the bozo finally deci...
CHAPTER THREE SCRATCHING LOTTERY CARDS Sally let Dave enjoy himself for about five minutes, then called time out. As far as Sally was concerned, Dave had taken his prize, she had her forty dollars, and it was time for another beer and possibly a joint or two. We all sat down at the game table. Harold and I got some fresh mugs and Dave began pouring everyo...