ALL RIGHTS RESERVED I was 22, a junior in college, had my own apartment, and was an accomplished smartass. My apartment building was a short walk from campus, just a few blocks. Rent was good, neighbors were great. Only a few other students were in the complex, most where over-40 singles and married couples. The only downside was the constant visits by the...
Thank you for the comments. I will try and proof read before submission, but English is not my 1st language, and i will need help. Hint: Urgent need of an editor. Here is chapter 1; I have tried to make it longer. * Chapter 1 "You never did tell me how you paid the hospital bills and how you are paying for this place." Elizabeth was not stupid, although s...
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...
I sometimes wonder if he knows me as well as he believes he does. He has such a devious mind himself, and I am not use to sharing these kinds of thoughts with another. I am such an open book in so many ways; he may not realize just how deep, how dark my deviant side runs. As close as we are, it is still difficult for me be completely open in this area. It is...
Jenny looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't unattractive so why was it she couldn't get a man. She was big, granted, tall, and wore glasses, but seriously, there's got to be at least one man out there who's willing to take a chance on her. She started to strip down out of her work gear, an above the knee skirt and shirt which seemed to fit a bit tight...
We spent our first evening at the Farm getting to know the other guests. Alex and Robin had chosen the company well; in addition to our mutual interest in certain erotic pursuits, we were all well matched in terms of good humor and conversation. We had all dressed for dinner, meaning that we women were all showing off our particular charms. Jack had chosen a...
We've spent the first 9 months fantasizing about this moment. Now, the buzz from tequila clouding my brain just enough, I lean forward to kiss the beautiful Brazilian girl. Nobody gets away with saying they're wilder than me without me proving them wrong. You and her gorgeous black boyfriend stand off the side and exchange a not so subtle high five. I see yo...
A wooden shack; nothing impressive about it. Paneled sides, a couple of glass windows and some old wardrobes used to store kitbags. There were a couple of false walls providing changing rooms, although this is too grand a title given the shower and toilet block were installed in a concrete block next door. My old school cricket pavilion, my second home. I...
This is not the first story I've ever written, though it is the first I've submitted to this site. It is fiction, completely. I tried to get a different sort of perspective and technique (namely, a reverse order type introduction) It may be a total failure, idk, but I do hope you pervs out there in Litland enjoy. It is for you, From one perv to another. ***...
I met her in a chat room on the Internet. We seemed to hit it off right away talking for hours, sharing ideas, our dreams, desires and fantasies. As it often does, our talks turned flirty and often erotic. I imagined her as tall, blond, green eyes, large breasts, curvy body, you know? Every man's fantasy isn't it? We met several times a week on the net enjo...