As you may remember from the first story, Amber's husband is interested in being cuckolded. Amber and I talk several times over the next several days. The conversations is always hot, and she is very nice. We agree to meet at a bar where hopefully no one will know us. She tell me that I should be there at 8P and that she will be there shortly. I arrive a li...
As I sit in front of my mirror brushing my long black hair, I start thinking. “Five years. Can it have possibly been five years already? It seems like it wasn’t to long ago at all.” I start placing curlers in my hair. I glance over reviewing the outfit for the evening. There wasn’t really that much to review. A pair of black ankle wrap heels and a short red...
He pinned me to the floor on his knees with his legs pressed tightly against my hips, his crotch a few inches above my navel. "Are you really wearing boxer shorts?" "Test me." Slipping my hand under his pants I felt the fabric that told me at least it wasn't one of those men's panties in a tube that I detested, but I couldn't tell for sure by touch alone....
It was Saturday. This evening had always been the time to put aside the world and enter into His fantasies, be they whips, or wax, or ice, or whatever flights His fantasy might take. All she knew was that He had not harmed her and that she enjoyed it all. She knew the ritual of preparation well, she bathed, never taking a shower before a scene. She cleaned h...
Smoke lazily drifted up from the outpost's ruins. Believed to be a mighty structure of granite and oak, it's defences had been undermined by the complacency and haughtiness of the warriors who staffed it. Now the bodies of those overconfident fools lay sprawled amidst the burnt-out husk, slaughtered in a surprise raid by the savage humanoids they were charge...
We return to my flat after what was a night filled with laughter and innuendo, subtle flirtations and longing looks of unrealized passion. We each wanted to touch the other more, but have settled for those brief brushes that could be accidents and the friendly contact that may exist between any two people in public. You have been a gentleman and I, a lady....
My name is Wendy Stephania Polydor and I'm a 29-year-old Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as a Nurse at a certain hospital and I am the proud mother of a son, Jefferson, and a daughter, Lilandra. Life as a single mother isn't easy, and the fact that my ex-husband Alan Stephenson, a Boston-area cop, is a miser...
I was at the company's Christmas party, standing by myself near the bar. As I'd come down from one of the regional offices for the weekend, there weren't many faces I recognised. I looked over to the other side of the room and saw a group of women standing together chatting. One of them stood out - she wore a deep blue skirt with matching silk blouse. She ha...
I am a single career Army officer who manages a small but special environmental project. Since the job involved gathering and organizing data from various reporting stations and then reporting the results in quarterly reports, the job seemed easy at first. However, as a one-man shop, the tons of data, long hours, and isolation were gradually burning me out...
I was 23 when I had my first "date". I was in college and usually one to keep to myself, until this one girl caught my eye. Her name was Destiny. She was 1 year younger than I, medium length red hair, with a gorgeous body. She was in my English class and was very good with the writing assignments. I had the opportunity of working with her on a joint project...