Scott loved living out in the country. He had bought the old farmhouse a couple of years ago and had just about finished the remodeling projects he had wanted done.... Actually, the house was warm and inviting. A place where you could relax and get away from all the pressures of day to day life. It was Friday evening and the beginning of a long weekend. That...
He wasn't like the rest of them. He hadn't been looking for a quickie non-romantic fling with a younger woman. He wanted something real. She took it slow with him. She'd been jumping in head first for too long now. And finally she'd found someone she had been able to stick with. They'd been comfortable with each other from the start. She could tell him any...
Hey guys. This is my first submission EVER, so take it easy. All comments and feedback are welcome!! This story is about 2 friends; one wants the other, the other never saw them that way. I know: cliché. However, I had a lot of fun writing this. I don't know if I'm very good at writing yet, so let me know if you would like me to continue. Again, all commen...
"The Flaming Llamas?" Ian chuckled as his eyes scanned the concert ticket in his hand. "What sort of music do you like anyway?" He dropped the ticket on the counter and removed the apron from his torso. Sara shrugged. "I don't know. I like sappy stuff," she admitted with blushing cheeks. Music... will Ian and I ever have a song together? When will we share...
James looked down at me sprawled out on the bed, dressed in soft leather thigh length boots accompanied by a very tight soft leather basque all in a very wicked shiny black. My large firm breasts were exposed on account of the basque being cupless and with my legs akimbo, my shaved tight pussy was on display. I stroked a finger up and down my shaved slit, lo...
This story was inspired by the original Spanish version of Despacito. Despacito means slowly, and the lyrics of the song are quite erotic. * OK. That was dumb. I know better than to get sunburned, I think, laying on my stomach, letting the gentle tropical breeze dry my sunburned back. The air flowing over my back highlights how sensitive it is, causing li...
I heard the familiar sound of the car crunching the gravel on the drive, the back door swung open and my wife bowled in through it. "How was the weekend?" I enquired as she flung her bag on the floor and threw her arms around my neck. "Great! My team won. It was a lovely hotel and we had such a laugh, but pour me a glass of wine and I'll tell you all about...
It had been exactly twenty-nine days, six hours and fifteen minutes since we had spent the evening alone. Each day, each hour pulled my consciousness to distraction and haunted me. Each minute made me want his touch more. And then, suddenly, it was time. He had told me before he left a month ago, that I would be receiving a letter in three days with my "or...
"You came to the right place, Ismail," Mistress Taslima Ali said, and the towering, dark-skinned, bodacious Black Canadian Muslim dominatrix looked at the chubby, small-dicked Black man who knelt at her feet. For ages now, Ismail had been scouring the web, looking for the elusive Black dominatrix who was interested in submissive Black males. Sadly, those str...
It had been building for years. We were a couple of years apart in high school in a very small town. You've always been gorgeous, but your 20s and 30s resulted in one hell of an attractive woman. We had no real history to speak of, no dates, not really particularly close as friends, though never any bad feelings between us at all. I noticed a picture of you...