Ike looked around the audience, not knowing exactly what he was looking for. He scanned all the faces, al the girls, completely bored out of his mind. "So, what are we gonna do tonight?" Josh asked, sneaking up behind Ike and scaring the fucking shit out of him. "I was thinking of getting laid." "Good plan, found anyone yet?" "Not yet, but it's just a ma...
"Mature black Muslim booty, thy name is Naima," Omar Sultan thought to himself as he watched Naima Ali step out of the apartment building overlooking South Keys Plaza in Ottawa, Ontario. Tall and very voluptuous, with curves that her traditional Islamic clothing couldn't hide, Naima was a fine specimen of African Muslim womanhood. Omar wanted some of that so...
The sofa was an excellent selection. Two cream colored high backed wing chairs in flanked either side of the stone fireplace. A large and luxurious cream rug lay in the center of the room. The sectional faced the two. It's back corner intentionally centered with the foyer and carved wood door. "When you are told to get in position for me you will remove yo...
Curiosity killed the cat, but he figured it was worth it. Every day he came to the same office building. Every day he went up and down the same elevator shafts. Every day he blankly stared at the doors till they got to his floor and he got out. Every day that is, until today. When he got back from lunch and stepped into the elevator like he had a million t...
Here we go again. He came home last night, talked to his clients for an hour and went to bed. Barely a kiss hello, not to mention what I really need. I haven't been laid in at least two weeks. Thank god for batteries. I drift off to sleep. In the middle of the night he gets a phone call, some crisis at work. He goes into the den, but I can still hear the m...
We meet up for Karaoke and dancing at a local bar. We don't need to drink alcohol. We need to drink in each other. Your eyes meet mine from across the room and I make my way towards you. You are out with a few friends and you make introductions. I am a new friend nothing more. I try to get familiar with them but you have already picked me a song and it is my...
I knew from her body language that she was upset as soon as she stepped out of the car. Wiping her eyes it was obvious she'd been crying on her way home from work. She'd had days like this several times since she started working for Ballentine Smythe, a successful but tiny firm and each time the story was the same and, sure enough, she walked straight into m...
The terms 'Daddy' and 'baby girl' are not incestual in nature. They are meant between consenting legal adults and refer to subset of the BDSM culture. * Baby girl wakes up before her Daddy. She snuggles into him for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth and sweetness of the moment. Then she kisses her way under the covers, rubbing her hands along Daddy's chi...
My wife Michelle and I had been out for the night to a promotional function for her firm. We were dressed up, with her in her favourite black dress. It was just knee length, lowish cut showing off the cleavage of her 36D boobs. She had a wicked pair of 5" high heels that accentuated her sexy legs. Her makeup was flawless topped off with fire engine red lipst...
You emerge from the bath wrapped only in a towel that falls just above your knees, and is wrapped lower on your breast showing some of your cleavage. The back of your hair is damp telling me you have been soaking in the bath trying to sooth the aching muscles from your fall. Your face is still glowing from a slight layer of perspiration from the hot water. Y...