It was Friday night and my girlfriend Stacey and I had just finished dinner and had decided to spend the night at home having a few margaritas and playing Mario Kart. Suddenly the phone rang, it was my buddy John. "Dude, Dave what's up man?" John asked. "Not much, bro just settling in for the night with the Mrs. You? I replied. "John, that's lame man! L...
Tamro sat in high synchronous orbit. His ship was the apex of his race's genius: it was the height of symbiotic engineering, totally enmeshing its occupant in a womb that kept it alive and in good health indefinitely. Its tough exterior was unscarred by the small space debris that glanced off occasionally, and it would automatically avoid any larger hazards...
There are few things that I love more than women's sports. Not for the competition, mind you. Not for the freedom it embodies, either. Not for the excitement or the love of the game. No, I like it solely for the sex appeal. There is nothing that gets me, as a man, more aroused than the bodies of women, their bodies glistening with sweat, their uniforms tight...
In the summer after my sophomore year at Oceanview U., I got a message from a guy I used to know, Yoshi, back in Japan. Yoshi had slender eyes and a deep tan, but a broad smile that made you want to smile too. He was the life of every party, but I mostly knew him from swimming in high school. He was one of the best swimmers on our school's team. I swam for t...
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It was a hot, humid and steamy afternoon at the Bush track. The crowds were buzzing and packed so tight you didn't know if you were wearing your sweat or the guy's next to you. One hour before the race, so I figured I'd better get a couple cold beers in the cooler before I melted. This was Melissa's first race. I started her out by asking her to watch the r...
I had won a sweepstakes sponsored by Peak antifreeze and the grand prize was the chance to meet any professional racecar driver they sponsored at a local speedway, living in northern Illinois the closest track was in Chicago. I am a Nascar fan more then anything, but couldn't figure out which driver I wanted to meet. The prize featured a three days all acces...
Part 4 - A serious discussion and some serious games My threesome with Julia and Anna lasted almost a year and we enjoyed it thoroughly before moving on with our lives in different directions. My business started taking me more to Asia. And while I had several pleasant encounters with the beautiful women from the orient, my sexual instincts led me in the d...
My name is Rose White and I'm a six-foot-three, busty and kind of chubby, big-bottomed white woman with red hair and green eyes living in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian multi-millionaire and one of the kinkiest women you will ever meet. I'm really into race play. Race play involves individuals of one race sexually dominatin...
Sometimes I wonder how come I got into these risky situations. Seriously. It's true that I have awful luck but once you see the details you will be as astounded as I am. My name is Antonia Tartaglia. A tall and very voluptuous young Black woman of Jamaican and Italian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. These days I attend Carleton Uni...