It was easily fifteen minutes before we had all out stuff picked up and loaded in the car. Linda got into her pickup, still naked and we followed her out, both of us without clothes on. It was dark enough that I wasn't worried about being seen, since even though the house was only half a mile away, the route we had to drive around was a couple miles. "I hav...
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone. ======================= As I arrived at the door to my house, I rubbed against the outside of my dress pants. I moaned a bit, as I fondled...
The restaurant at the hotel was full of happiness and joy. The startup that my wife helped fund finally went public. Everyone in the room was worth more on paper than they had ever imagined. The fact that they hadn't turned a profit yet would be tomorrow's concern. As I mingled with the new millionaires and their backers I watched my wife work the room lik...
What's up, people? Charles Ampadu here. I'm a black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, although I originally come from the City of Tamale, in the northern side of the Republic of Ghana. I studied engineering at the University of Ottawa and presently work for the Canadian government. I have a wicked hot story to share with you, kind folks. My wife Lo...
BASED ON A TRUE STORY.... Had me some fun time this past week: I finally got to get my blog registered as a domain. Of course that don't mean much, except soon it's going to stop having that 'blogspot' in front of it and will then become a '.com'. I'm still in denial as to how far I intend running with it. Think about it: what's going to happen if someday...
Salutations, people. My name is Victor Stephenson Vance, and I'm a young black man living in the City of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I am happily married to a lovely gal named Leanne Benton-Vance. A lot of folks stare at Leanne and I when we're out and about because I am black and my wife Leanne is white. We have a son, Joey and a daughter, Marianna. We live in...
We snoozed for a while, I was in the middle of two beautiful women, and both of them lay sleeping, nestled on my chest. I looked down at their dark hair that was spilled across me, intermingled yet separate. I listened to them slowly breathe, listened to them fall deeper and deeper to sleep; their breathing would match each other's then drift apart only to c...
Chapter 2. My wife gives me a surprise. The next day was Thursday and we wondered if anything else would happen. I heard someone come into the women's room and I checked it out. It was a gorgeous 18 year old named Christy who I knew a little, and the same 19 year old named Veronica who sucked my dick the previous week. Christy was a little busty, probably...
My feeling in dominance is not about forcing people to do things. There is no joy in exerting power over people per se. The joy is what they do for you because they do obey. I do not purposely humiliate or intimidate people to do what I say, but rather expect them to obey me of their own free will. Its about them respecting my position of power and willingly...
This is a true story of how a husband can share his wife without her knowing and you'll have to decide if I've broken her trust or I'm leading her and myself to a better life. We're Dave and Michele and we are both 34 and live in the UK, we've been married for just over 14 years now and my wife came from a strict catholic family. We didn't have sex before w...