This is entirely fictional, as are most of my stories. I am writing this for a friend of mine, who wants this to one day come true and I hope that I am the one to fulfill that for him. Enjoy! We have always shared our fantasies with each other, but never did I think that I would really want to fulfill one for you. But when I heard this one, something sparke...
My father is a very wealthy man. He's worth millions, but he's always said he's never felt richer than the day I was born. Well past fifty and on his third wife, he had begun to suspect that he would never have a child and he was so pleased that it was a son. His wives have come and gone, but he and I have always had a happy life together. During my second...
She had done it. She had walked into the hotel, told them her name, and the desk clerk handed her a key. That doesn't sound so bad, but telling a complete stranger your name is His-BigTits, isn't as easy as you'd think. But she was here now. In the room, quiet surrounding her. Not even the traffic on the street could be heard. She was alone. She gazed about...
I couldn't help myself. I'd never seen a man's body before, so I just couldn't help it. There he was, getting changed in his bedroom and I couldn't look away. I was rooted to the spot, watching from the window of my own bedroom. A voyeur. A spy. A peeping Tom... or whatever the female equivalent is called. It's John; my next door neighbour. Completely unsus...
Alan splashed his face with icy cold water from the tap removing the last bits of shaving cream, and examined his now smooth face in the bathroom mirror. He could see Julie's reflection as she stepped out of the shower and stretched, strategically showcasing her full, curvy figure. A cloud of steam followed in her wake, and she squeezed water from her long,...
It was a bright, blue, cold day in February. As she walked towards me, I could tell that she had a neat figure. She was dressed in a beige trench coat and colourful scarf. She was wearing high heels and walked carefully so that I was reminded of a glider; smoothly weaving her way through the other shoppers. The advertisement had said, "Very shapely woman wis...
This is autobiographical about how I came to appreciate and love black women. I grew up in south Texas with all the bias and prejudice that could be taught to a kid. I attended a large public university during the 1960s in the days before student loans. I was a commuter student because I couldn't afford to live in the dorms or apartments. My parents told me...
Erin jumped on the bus, Seventeen Magazine in hand, and headed straight for the back row. Brady was already there waving enthusiastically, his metallic braces flashed as he shot her an open and friendly smile. Her short, bright red curls bounced as she giddily found her way next to him. "Look what I scored from my older sister." Erin lifted her hand to show...
Nagapatnam -- India, 23rd May, 1702 Dear Husband, I sincerely hope this letter finds you in good health; please reward the boy who took it to you as generously as it is appropriate. The Marquis and his wife are wonderful hosts, as if there was need to add anything to the beauty and life of India. From the window of the room where they have gently allowed...
Author's Note: This story involves MF sex with elements of Non-Consent/Reluctance and is loosely based on the myth of the Trojan War. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------- It was long days on the ships, although the wind blew hard and fast. The Greek armies spent every day looking straight ahead over open seas... many heroes were among them. T...