Uncle Ron disappeared upstairs to my bedroom carrying his tool bag. He returned 15 minutes later, with sweat stains covering his old T-shirt. 'That's all fixed now. Why don't you get me a cold beer, slut, I'm gasping', he ordered, with a look of slight contempt on his face. My mind was racing and I was churning inside as I meekly did as I was told and went...
Karen Wilson and her husband Brad had just moved into their new apartment only a few days before. Brad's work had transferred him when the man he replaced was let go for sexual harassment. It was a new beginning for the two of them and they were excited about the move. Brad is a stock broker fresh out of college working at his first job. Karen was happy bein...
Her desire for him hung thickly in the air and his steps were hurried as he crossed the oak floor. He sank down on the bed and reached down to pull off his boots. His prized black leather duster was tossed over a chair and then he turned toward her. She was blonde, beautiful and built--three things he enjoyed in his meals. He held his hand out to her and dr...
Man, I'm not sure where these haters come from. I'm always getting some hate from them. You may be asking yourself why so many people would waste their time hating a tall, good-looking black college man. It's because of who I am and how I live. The name is Dwight Brown III and in all likelihood, I'm better than you. Face the fact. How else would you explain...
Karel, a 6'7" long, blonde, blue-eyed and muscular-built prototypical Dutch physics major in his early twenties, was looking for an affordable living place in Detroit, a must after he was chosen to be an research student at the Department of Physics of the Jesuit College of Detroit. Out of a host of reactions on his newspaper ad, one stood out: a small room...
He waited on the bed as instructed. He had dressed exactly as he was asked: A pair of lavender lace trimmed panties stretched tightly over the young man's small cock; a matching bra covered his hard brown nipples too. He also had on a garter belt and some high heels. Too top in off he had on some coral lipstick and he had painted his nails perfectly. There...
You don't have to have read Beach Stud to enjoy this one. Jason scrolled down the screen, saw the current price of the shares he had been following and hit the buy button. They were just a tad over $1.05 and had dropped from $4.85 in a week. He bought 200,000 and knew that in less than a week, given the asset backing of the company, he would clear a quarter...
Hello, there. My name is Stephen Saint. A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Brockton State College, a small public college located in the city of the same name. These are the tales of my adventures. The adventures of a tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual student, writer and activist in collegiate America....
Kevin Smith urgently unzipped his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt as Bianca, wearing just a lacy flame-colored bra and thong set and her favorite Jimmy Choo mules, calmly smoked a cigarette and stared at the rain pouring outside the window. Manhattan looked gloomy that night. Bianca and Kevin had gone to Café Rouge, where a cocktail turned into seven and...
Harry was sitting in a bar, nursing a drink, when suddenly just about the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked into the place. He stole a quick glance before turning away. She paused briefly, surveying the room, selecting her prey. She had most particular tastes; only a small number of men could supply what she was looking for and luckily she soon f...