"Ooh, I just have to have those black ones!" "Yes, Imelda, but don't you already have 18 pairs of black pumps, on top of the 14 pairs of black slides, and the six pairs of black flats?" I offered, trying not to sound overly sarcastic. I knew this because I kept a running count, a count which never decreased. "But I don't have any like these," which was str...
I had met Ryan through a friend; another fuck buddy actually. I was recently divorced and after years of sexual repression, I was finally at thirty-five sowing the wild oats that most people do in their twenties. The last fifteen years had been about being the good Christian wife; a role which I found stifling and unfulfilling. But fifteen years married to a...
Jamie wakes up and turns over to see what time it is, the clock flashes 6.00am in his face, almost as if it is mocking him, due to it being a well known fact that Amy will not be home until about 8.30am.'At least its Friday' he thinks. He sits up in bed and opens the curtains letting the dawn light fill the bedroom. He lets out a sigh, gets out of bed and mo...
Hello, there. What's up? My name is Steve. If you've come here, then you probably know about me or you're at least curious. I don't blame you. I'm a big and tall Black man living in Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a fine-looking brother if I do say so. I stand around six-foot-five and I weigh two hundred and forty pounds. My skin is caramel-colored. I work out of...
My wife is an unbelievably sexy lady. She's been compared to Cheryl Ladd (with bigger tits). She's a sexy 5'8" blonde, with unbelievable breasts. She is insatiable in bed. After nearly 10 years, I was able to get her to have her 1st and 2nd BBC encounter, with mixed results. She wants to try again, but... This is a fantasy about and for her. --------------...
If you have the time you can e-mail me and tell me what you thought. * * * * * Today was the day that I was going to marry Sandra. I was standing in front of a mirror in our apartment in my black and white suit. I made some final adjustments to my appearance and now I was ready to get going to the church. Sandra had already been at the church for about an...
Leslie was very wet and I was certain that it was someone else's cum and not, as she tried to tell me, her own juices. The one thing I did know for sure is whatever had happened at the party that night, it had turned Leslie into a sex maniac. Our sex life was usually limited to three or four times a week and then usually only one time, but that night she wou...
Darkness. And thus it begins. As it begins every night. Alone. Always alone. I can smell her stir in the room next to mine. I can hear her cry in bloody streams. I know she wants me. I can feel the heat from her loins from where I wake. But this she'll never have. I'm not one to tame. I draw the curtains back. It's still vaguely light outside, remnants of t...
"Mr. Dean,” you nitwit, Marca said to herself his over sex horny long legged date for the evening, "I think you took the wrong turn, are we lost?" Marca said it in a nice sexy voice to the 59-year-old businessman; Mr. Dean slowed the big Caddy to a crawl as he tried to make out a street number, but was having no luck staring into the pitch dark. Under her br...
Molly swung open the acrylic door to the nail salon. She brushed her black bangs to the side, overlooked the place. The walls were blindingly white. A row of stations—loveseats with buckets in front—were against the far wall. Two looked to be occupied out of the ten. The salon was quiet, smelled clean of polish. After giving the salon an once-over, Molly d...