Breastfeeding. Tis a wonderful thing. Now as a man, I realise that saying such a thing might see me mistaken for a perve and a creep. Hell, it's pretty hard for a guy to espouse any praise for the natural act of a woman feeding an infant by the boob, as the natural assumption is that most guys can't separate their base sexual feelings from an appreciation o...
Somewhere in suburban North America, circa mid-1990's... I leaned on the 4ft wooden fence that surrounded what passed for a front yard to my condo. I was watching the sun set while sipping on a beer in a tall pint glass and enjoying a mild pot buzz. I had only been home for a few minutes, so I was still in my work clothes and stank of grease and oil mixed w...
Chapter 01: The Beginning Gwen didn't give much background information on our first meeting, so I will. It is one of the most important events in my life and I can't just skip over it. I first met Gwen on line in a discussion group. She was knowledgeable, smart, funny and literate. Even when we disagreed, we did so civilly and respectfully, bringing out po...
This story is part three in the series Poker Party Gangbang and Super Bowl Party Gangbang * Michael and I continued to date for the next couple of years. He was a truck driver and I was just about to graduate from college with my fashion design degree. It didn't matter he was a husky, wavy haired man who was almost 40 and I was a 24 year old dark blonde gi...
Mindy was the girl next door, the baby sister of Melania and the excess baggage of Austin, Melania's husband. My nickname for her, however, was "Minx" which fit her downright sassiness, boldly flirtation, and spontaneous nature. This is my story of how unintended voyeurism and subsequent exhibitionism lead to a most erotic romance. My name is Mitchell or M...
Charles and I accepted a dinner invitation from one of his business partners. The dinner was held at the Governor's Mansion; a cocktail reception at 7:00 and dinner at 8:00. I decided to wear a Black Halo Jackie O Dress and my black jeweled 2 inch heels and I added a splash of color with my red clutch purse. Charles looked smart in a black 2 button Italian...
Ben had the strangest sensation, like waking up from a dream about waking up from a dream—but he had woke up ten minutes ago. He felt a strange tingling pain at the back of his skull, but after a few moments it subsided. "Are you sure you packed everything?" Vic asked before yawning mightily, closing the driver's side door with a heavy enough slam to shake...
I often envy my friends here in metropolitan Ottawa, for the endless freedom that they enjoy. Of course, I never tell them this. They see me walking by, the tall, plump Arab gal with the hijab and long skirt, and they think they're so different from me. As if I don't have romantic or sexual fantasies, as if I don't have needs. They forget that I am a woman u...
The next morning, his escort arrived: a pair of armed men knocking at the door. "Armed" in this sense meaning with short swords. Their clothing was close enough to what might be expected of a modern military man, but Evan noted with no small amount of interest the lack of firearms. Maybe that was just because he wasn't seen as a threat; maybe the guns were e...
The name is Summer Adewale, and I'm a young black woman of Nigerian descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Life hasn't been a bed of roses lately, and I'm not just talking about political upheavals, Covid, or the madness we've all been enduring in our daily lives. Nope, I am referring to the fact that the world is close to ending, and I've been tapp...