Tyrese Rutherford was bored out of his mind as he, his mother, and a small tourist group of pear-shaped corny yokels were lead through an Amish community in upstate New York. Tyrese was a city-boy, through-and-through, born and raised in the concrete jungle of Queens. He was not accustomed to being around trees, open spaces, farmland, and mud, which he caref...
I sit at the Blackjack table with a stack of chips in my hand. A half-smoked cigarette in the other. An eight of jacks and a five of clubs. Unlucky thirteen. Of course. Hit and I'm sure to bust. Stay, and the dealer's certain to kick my ass. He's showing a king. I take another drag and smack the table in front of me. My luck is gonna run out at some point....
One Saturday afternoon, DM put me on his bed and he tied me up tight. My arms and my legs were spread wide so I was helpless and anyone who came in could see my whole naked body. So I was excited to be like that as if any man could use me. He said he needed to go somewhere for a few minutes and I would be left there safe on the bed. I could not move at all a...
Teresa had assured herself that Sister Claire enjoyed being compliant when it came to sexual matters. It was not that she lacked confidence or her own desires. And Teresa knew her younger charge had never thought of sex in such terms as "submissive". But it was clear she enjoyed the idea of others taking pleasure from her. She was happy for her lovers to tak...
***** Edited by tangentjoker. Great job. Thank you. ***** Looking into Amanda's beaming face with this adoring expression in it, Todd again thanked unknown divine authorities for gifting him with the ability to satisfy women to the utmost; to let them respond to him like an easy prey. Furthermore, he had to thank his parents. They bequeathed him their exc...
Back again with this one, it has some real life situations and information, of course I changed some things (back in 2019, traveled to France before joining a cycling team and saw couple stages a few feet away of the cyclists). Despite the ending here, real was little different (she had no dick, of course), but I kept my saying, french women are hot and Vive...
I know I'm not the only guy who likes girl-on-girl action. I mean come on: that's why lesbian porn is as popular as it is. I know plenty of dudes with big collections of it. Me, I've been jacking off to that stuff for ages. Even when I was eighteen, I'd practically made an art out of getting past my parents' Internet controls. And I never got caught— unlike...
Author's note: For readers with sensitive dispositions: this story contains bisexual contact between men. I'm not attempting to tell anyone what to do, just consider yourself warned. Dedicated to the real Bill and Mollie The key slipped into the lock and turned just like it was supposed to. As I opened the door, I thought how weird it was to just be letti...
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
This story goes pretty much straight to the point and stays there, so if you're looking for an erotic novel with a slow build-up and lots vivid description, this might not be your thing. HER CHOICE The Setting My girlfriend and I were on a walk in the woods near my place. I had brought the discussion to something I had had in mind for a while; ending our...