As usual, my grateful thanks to evanslily for her guidance and editing skills. There is no sex at all in this story. You have been warned. It's an odd place, the City of London. Odd shaped buildings in odd narrow winding streets, odd shaped modern offices squeezed in between old buildings that had been refurbished. Then one warm September morning I disco...
Man, I simply can't get enough of them Somali women. Seriously. The name is Sylvester Saint Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I lived in the town of Boston for most of my life and in the state of Massachusetts we don't have too many Continental African immigrants. Most Black folks you...
I step out of the shower. It's silent around the dorm all of a sudden. I dry myself with my blue towel, then all of a sudden I see him. Tall, dark and handsome. He is the epitome of all that is fine and manly. All that is strong and good in the world. He is all that and more. Masculine and irresistible. My man. He looks at me from our bed. I read the desire...
Part One Reality Let me describe Ashley so you get a mental picture. Ashley is about 5'6" tall, long jet black hair that she keeps in a pony tail, weighs around 115 pounds, her breasts are around a 34b. And needless to say has a killer ass. It all started with my new job. I had just switched jobs that had landed me into a vendor route and one of my two sto...
Ding Dong! He opened the door to see a woman standing there smiling. She stood about 5 six, with orange hair and freckles. She had strong shoulders, large breasts, and wide hips. She was wearing a low-cut sleeveless shirt, and a long flowing skirt. His first thought was that she looked like she belonged at a bluegrass music festival. "Hi, my Name's Mary!"...
She was one of those short, curvy girls, dark complexioned, chest-length brown feathery hair, big blue eyes and adorable features. She was also dressed in pretty standard bar clothes, a loose-fitting tank top, expensive, low-riding ass-hugging jeans and open-toed shoes, showing off her smooth, cute toes painted hot pink. I'd always wanted to fuck a girl like...
It was gonna be another long day at the bank, thought Luke, as he headed in to work, still slightly aroused by some half-remembered kinky dream he'd had to work off in the shower. He would have the usual never-ending appointments with clients, followed by the obligatory round of drinks at the pub with the boys to celebrate the end of another day. On some le...
*This story is actually the 4th in my Subman and Condiment Girl series. Yes, I know the title is really weird but it works for me. Enjoy the stories. I had been carelessly avoiding you, avoiding getting too close to someone that I knew I would never be able to call my own, and avoiding getting hurt. That seemed to be a problem for me because like a moth...
I was running late from the time I found out I was going to the seminar. I couldn't find my keys, I had to get some things from the cleaners and the traffic was terrible. I packed in a hurry, had a momentary problem with my car, and by the time I was sitting quietly in the airplane, I felt anything but quiet. I hate to be rushed and need to calm down and cle...
A friend of mine recently built a little townhome neighborhood near my house, and as a favor I agreed to sit in the model home once a week as an on site agent of sorts. It was a five hour open house gig once a week, and if anyone bought one of the places during my shift I would get a piece of the sale. The model home where I spent my time was really nice, we...