I propped myself up on one elbow and watched my wife. The look on her face was one I always long to see. She was totally lost in pleasure. Her eyes half closed as her head moved back and forth in the throws of excitement. Her breathing came in short gasps. Her whole body was twitching, arching, almost thrashing in her excitement. I felt her hand grasping me...
The post on Craig's List was titled "BBC FOR WHITE WIFE" Naturally this struck my curiosity amongst the otherwise mindless postings. The well written post came with a photo validating the stated "well-hung" description of his manhood. I already knew that many black men realize their desire and appeal among sexual white couples. It came as no surprise, yet, t...
As it says in my profile, I am trying to write the storey of my life since I left the religious order nearly 10 years ago. Although I have the first 8 chapters roughed out they need a lot of editing and polishing before I can submit them for publication so I thought I'd write a short storey about an event held in our club earlier this month. I am not a natur...
Carole Boyd had never quite done something like this before. Then again, standing in Terminal B of the Philadelphia Airport nude, covered by only a ankle-length trench coat, a pair of black 4-inch-fuck-me heels, and a generous strand of pearls that dangled between her ample breasts, wasn't something in the norm for most people. Certainly not the travelers a...
All characters are 18 of age or older It was my senior year in high school, when my view on my mother changed. For years it was just the two of us after dad died. Mom never dated because she didn't want some random guy to treat me like crap. My friends all lusted after my mom, because she was extremely attractive. Despite her 37 years, she looked like a you...
To all my readers who enjoy inter-racial love and mature love, this is the second story in the Ebony Mother Series that I hope you will enjoy. I will be writing other stories to the series along with other stories you will also enjoy reading. I wish I knew the answer to what attracts a man like me to me to be so attracted to older mature women. I also wish...
Although I was officially retired I accepted a contract to design and oversee the construction of a home for a wealthy fashion designer. He had seen my work and just absolutely had to have me and he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. It meant spending almost four months in Milan and since I had never been to Italy, I accepted. My wife joined me for the last...
I couldn't keep my eyes off of the elegant older woman sitting in the top row of the bleachers at the matinee of the ritzy horse fair. I also couldn't help but notice that she was making a less than subtle production out of lowering her designer sunglasses and looking me up and down, smiling in a cat-that-wants-to-swallow-the-canary way. Younger women, or...
She came the same time every morning. She would enter the dark stable, her long skirt rustling as she walked. She never smiled and never said so much as a "good morning." She would ask for her horse and I would hold the reins as she mounted the chestnut stallion. She never needed help getting on the animal. She would throw one muscular leg over the saddle an...
"Linda, lets help your dad up and get him some place more comfortable.' I said, and we helped him up and out of the chair and we walked him back into our bedroom, still a little tipsy from the wine and we sat him down on the edge of the bed. "Ed, take your shirt off and show Linda your beautiful chest.' I commanded and Ed nodded and pulled off his shirt. "...