It's about 10 AM and the doorbell rings. "Probably just a delivery, I'll get it in a minute." But it rings again, so I leave my office at the back of the house to see who's at the door. As I come down the hallway I can see it's Jada, the 18 year old black girl from next door. (I know she's 18 because her birthday is exactly a month before mine, and we've bee...
Opposite my apartment lives this gorgeous- tall dark sexy guy. He has muscly ABS and strong thighs like a cyclist, hard and tight, sharp featured face with bluish eyes. His name is David. I am jealous of his girlfriend. She is beautiful though- with long blond hair, shapely legs, and tiny round little butt, but she has tiny little breasts. Her name is Tina....
When Ken woke up, it was the same way he'd fallen asleep; his arm wrapped around Kay's waist, her head on his chest and her arm draped over his middle. Ken looked over at the alarm clock which read 9:54 am, thinking about what day it was, he was glad that he didn't have to work. If he had worked today, he would have been late by almost three hours. His job c...
Being seated on the open terrace of a café facing a broad square in warm sun watching the world go by and sipping at my second glass of the palest pink local rosé in April was ranking as one of the real pleasures of life. I had nowhere else to be, no one else to please; I was holidaying on my own in one of the most beautiful parts of the world. My sunlight...
I want to tell you about something I saw when I was 18 and lived at home. My brother Nick was 21 and was going out with Grace (who he has since married). Grace was 19 at the time and it was easy to see why Nick fancied her. She had long curly brown hair, only about 5' 2" tall as she was a good 6 inches shorter than me and Nick, but with a lovely body and nic...
This is an assembled version of Ch. 3 that includes Ch. 3a and Ch. 3b, which were in posted subsequently to Ch. 3. The story is based on true incidences that took place in a conservative Indian family intimately known to me. To friends who have not seen India enough, I must tell that in this sub-continent man and women in normal families have all fantasies...
When I woke the next morning, I had somewhat come back to my senses. My ass-hole ached like I'd been fucked by a freight train, my mind was clear of whatever power Isac had had over me, and I was more than a little upset; not just at him either, but myself. I couldn't believe I had let happen what had happened. If anyone knew I had given in to this hulking b...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault It was intentionally written without names.... Almost. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older. Copyright (c) 2013 by Acup I relie...
I reach into my trench coat pocket and pull out a cigar, light it and puff away. I then put the lighter back into my pocket and take the cigar into my hand exhale the smoke. It is a gloomy day, pouring with rain. I stand outside under an awning watching the rain pour down. I listen and observe as the cars continue to pass and rain continues to fall upon vari...
There is an old saying that once you do certain things, undoing them can prove difficult or even impossible. I'm starting to agree. My name is Alec La Pierre. Pronounced exactly the way it sounds. A six-foot-one, lean and wiry young Black man with light brown skin, curly Black hair and pale green eyes. My father Napoleon La Pierre is Black and my mother Eile...