I was invited to watch. Not touch. Not even to speak. Just watch. Checking the address again I slowed down, looking at the houses. He had told me the house was grey, with a blue metal roof. And then I saw it, set back from the roadway hidden by the trees. My heart raced in my chest. Squeezing my thighs together causing the heat between my legs to grow I pul...
A few weeks ago, a woman posted her version of an erotic encounter she wanted on a popular NYC bulletin board website. After I read it, her words and her desire kept resonating in my head. She had told the story from her own point of view and it was quite well done, but I thought she might like to hear the same story, told this time from the man's perspectiv...
The encroaching night is chasing the steam of the day away with a cool breeze from the ocean. It's the time of day when the dying light is at its most explosive, painting the blue sky with streaks of red and orange. And you decide to take a shower. You walk into the room stripping as you make your way to the outdoor shower. You're reflecting on the lazy da...
It was while I was staying in university. I had a dormitory all to myself, which was very lucky since a lot of people attended the university that year. I was doing a course in English and IT because I'd always wanted to be an internet writer. I was glad no-one else stayed in my dorm since I'm bisexual, a secret that would be hard to keep if anybody shared m...
It was Friday evening and Dana was getting ready to attend a school reunion which was happening at her old high school. She was deciding which pair of lace knickers she was going to wear, a dark red or a light pink? She knew it would take ten minutes to drive to there so she quickly settled on the red pair. She put them on under her black tight mini skirt an...
French-Canadian Pornstar Linda Saint-Pierre smiled to herself as she worked the strap-on dildo deep inside her boyfriend Hector Jean-Gerald's asshole. They were really going at it in their apartment near downtown Montreal, Quebec. The big and tall young Black man squealed like a little bitch as the sexy Quebec woman fucked him in the ass. The short, chubby b...
She wavered just outside the partly open door — a wooden folding chair was wedged between it and its jamb. The door was stenciled "UCLA Bruins Men's Basketball" in the team's colors, pale blue and gold. Above and beyond her the music thumped. She had told Angela she detested the Black Eyed Peas, but Angie had begged her to go. "Please, please, please, it'l...
We all have a purpose in this life. Mine was to serve a dominant white mistress. My name is Michelle Haverhill and I’m a six-foot-tall, busty and big-bottomed, kind of chubby and extremely dark-skinned black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I was once a high-powered attorney working for one of the big law firms in Boston. I walked away fr...
It was the middle of summer, the weather had been warm for days but now there was a raging thunderstorm. The rain was pouring down, the lightning flashing, so much so that the group of teenagers making their way home could hardly see through the windscreen of the car. Suddenly they felt a bump as something ran in front of the car. "I think we hit a dog" sa...
Dear Shoeblossom, As an artist of sorts, I remember reading that the writer William Burroughs spent his final years, after his debacles in New York and Tangier, in very quiet Lawrence, Kansas. It wasn't as exciting as Mexico, where he'd shot Mrs. Burroughs' head off while playing "William Tell" with a martini glass so precariously placed...but it was time...