Sunday morning I awoke slowly, feeling more completely relaxed than I had in years. I wasn't sure what time it was, Jenn had pulled the curtains closed at some point but it was clearly already bright outside. She wasn't in bed, and I could smell coffee from the kitchen. I sat up and stretched, then as I stood up Jenn came in with two cups of coffee, extendin...
It ended up taking her several minutes to make it back upstairs and I guessed that she was probably trying to clean her back in the spare bathroom before coming up. When she walked in, she looked at me laying in bed and said, "Sorry it took so long. We talked for a bit before and after so it wouldn't be weird." "Yeah, you were gone a while, I was beginning...
I left sara with my nephew and his mate overnight, read her account below. Sir and Daisy were going on a Spa night in the Yorkshire Dales. Sir had bought it for her for Christmas. Instead of sending me home, his 18 year old nephew was coming to a Friday night concert in Leeds with a uni friend and so was welcomed to stay by Sir with me looking after them....
I liked men and I think most of them liked me as well. There was only one man though who had all the right to thrust his cock into my throbbing pussy any time he pleased. And whereas I got to enjoy the admiration of men and he let me enjoy them, it was just a matter of time when he was going to lock me up in chastity just to be on the safe side that I woul...
Some of my fondest memories of masturbating are in the 70's, 18 raging hormones, no internet just your imagination and maybe a women's mag, if you could sneak one away. I masturbated most nights when I showered. I recall discovering my Mum's Ponds Beauty Cream and this became my go to lube when not showering. Thinking back now I'm sure my mother must have s...
I looked up from the book in my hand and at her face. I smiled as she sucked my cock, swallowing it, actually. Taking it all the way to the base and inviting it into her throat. Stroking her hair, I looked around the private little study I had decorated. Pictures of her, naked, spread, holding up her breasts for me, outside, inside, close-ups of the marks a...
My wife and I traveled to Daraniyagala a rural town about 70km away from Colombo to visit some of her relatives. We woke up bright and early on a Saturday morning and took a bus to Awissawella and another to Daraniyagala. It took us about 2 hours to get there. After getting off the bus we had to walk about 2 km to her aunt's house. The trek took us through...
This story is a little different than my others. This was written as a favor for a friend, who the Dee character is modeled after. This is in 3rd person, and is much longer than my other stories. I hope the length doesn't put too many people off. This story has been bouncing around my head for a while and I had to get it out before I could get back to my ot...
Moving to a white neighbor was kind of odd for me. Being a 22-year-old black man and all. My mom wanted to get away from the ghetto life we once lived. She divorced my dad after a 7year affair he recently told her. She needed a new life and so a girlfriend of hers who happens to be white, invited us to move in with her until my mom got back on her feet. My...
My name is Mustafa Mahmoud. A young Black man of Somalian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the region of Mount Shimbiris in the great nation of Somaliland. The first day of February 1987. My family moved to the Canadian region of Ontario, three years later. My father Hassan Mahmoud is a Manager with OC Transpo, the Tra...