Once the story of the 'Big Fling' was published, John and I realised we'd left a few questions hanging in the air. Now is a good time to set things straight. The relationship between John and myself suffered no ill effects from the loss of Damien. I still miss Damien, more so at some times than others. But John and I remain devoted to one another and we sti...
Read the earlier chapters if you want to know what's going on. The next morning I awoke to an incredible feeling. I moaned as the sensations pushed me into full clarity. My husband had his face between my thighs and it was heaven. When he realized that his ministrations had woken me he looked up into my eyes and smiled before returning to his morning snac...
Stacy and I had been married for eight years most of which had been quite fulfilling and mutual satisfying. It was a second marriage for the both of us. We are both in our forties. Stacy was forty-one ( she didn't look a day over thirty-five ) and next year I would turn fifty. Over the past year I noticed that things in the bedroom had become a little rout...
I am writing this series for a lady who I have lusted after for more years that I care to think about. She teased me years ago but she was unavailable and it was only lately that we made contact again. We were to meet in a hotel, pre-arranged and with me nervous to the point of shaking in anticipation of finally getting to grips with this gorgeous woman. S...
Jenny, the Speed Dating host, clanged the bell and announced, "OK, people. Times up. I hope you all enjoyed your dates. Eighth and last one to go. It could your best. Remember to note your cards." The twenty couples shook hands for a second time saying "Nice meeting you." Half were sincere, half weren't. All rose and scanned the room to locate the table or...
Greetings, people. My name is Nikki O'Shea-Winters and I'm a happily divorced woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Six feet tall, red-haired, green-eyed, athletic and alabaster-skinned, that's me in a nutshell. For over a decade, I was happily married to a tall, fine-looking African-American gentleman named Isaac Winters. We have two lovely m...
Sometimes I feel like such a hypocrite. As I sit on the OC Transpo bus, heading to Hurdman Station from the Meadowlands area of Ottawa, before beginning my long trek to the West End, I noticed a pair of blonde-haired white girls in short skirts and tank tops. These two golden beauties walked in and began to chat, and at one point they kissed, obviously to th...
Big macho Black stud walks into the bedroom of lusty blonde-haired White chick and fucks the hell out of her. He's looking all tough and manly while drilling his big Black cock into her and she's squealing in delight as he slams his dick into her cunt and asshole...right after she sucked his big Black cock. That seems to be the premise of most interracial er...
I can't stand how fake most people are, folks. Seriously. And when you live in Canada, ninety nine percent of the people you meet are so fake, they're plastic. My name is Jean-Robert Blanchet. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I moved to Ottawa from my native City of Boston, Massachusetts, a...
Playing with taboo requires a lot of trust and hardiness, and a lot of us are turned on by the very thing that we loathe and fear. Many of us are sexually aroused by that which we feel repelled by. Consider the case of Stephen Valentin, a big and tall, burly Black man who is quite outspoken in his criticism of police, racial profiling, and North America’s ch...