It was a chilly September night and George just got home from selling T-shirts all day from his job. George is a typical black man 27 years old around 6'3'' and athletic. George went on many dates but he wasn't able to find a woman to please him and he was lonely on another Tuesday night. Suddenly he had an idea, maybe he could find the woman he wanted on the internet by searching for escorts on a search engine. George turned on his computer and typed up escorts and a website popped up with pictures of all types of women in lingerie with their prices and phone numbers but one in particular caught his eye. George always had a fetish for Asian women and the one he found had a nice bubble butt and huge titties with a flat tummy but her face was not in the picture. ... Read More»

When I was 25 I worked as a temp for a couple of months, one of the jobs they sent me to turned out to be really hot! 1 week of not much to do for a small company with 7 male employees, young guys, some WWW start-up. I worked there in the summer, so I'd dress the way I usually dress in summer, cute, short, thin dresses, my pretty legs bare, sandals or flip flops, thongs, usually no bra, so comfortable and pretty. These guys were so cute, always paying me compliments on how I looked, what great legs I have, etc, every day! It was nice but a little weird… I mean when I say not much to do, there really wasn't much to do! Whenever there was a call it was to one of their phones, no mail to distribute, no papers to organize, no proofreading ... by the third day I asked ... Read More»

As Consuelo sat down on the toilet that morning, she put one hand under her massive belly for support and the other down between her legs. She rubbed at her well-bearded crotch and accidentally slipped a finger into her gaping hole. The downward pressure of her unborn child was beginning to push her apart, but she continued to rub until a torrent of acrid urine came forth. She closed her eyes and let the warm flood wash over her fingers. The bathroom was her main sanctuary these days as her four children screamed and ran around on the other side the door. She tried to screen out the noise the best she could and let her mind wander, but just then her son pounded on the door with the complaint that he had to use the toilet. "Una momento, Mijo!" she replied ... Read More»

I feel your eyes on me, watching, and am roused from my book. Looking up at you leaning against the door, I smile in welcome. I’ve no idea how long you’ve been standing there but there’s an intensity about you that I’ve become familiar with and my body automatically quickens in response. My smile slowly fades and my own eyes become equally intense. “Come here,” you say softly, seriously, intensely… Unfolding my legs, I stand and walk over to you. Gently, you tug on the band holding my ponytail and my hair falls past my shoulders. Burying your hands in my hair you tilt my face up for your kiss. I open my mouth to receive you, our breath blending, melding together and tongues meeting. A slow liquid fire begins in my center and melts through my body. I relax ... Read More»

Habanera and Honey Maria had tried to see her father’s lawyer at his office but the waiting room of the Legal Aid office was always teeming with people. Finally, she used some connections in the Mexican community to get his home address. She was surprised that he lived in a scruffy apartment building near his office. She thought all lawyers were rich. This discovery just made her angrier. Not only was her father being represented by a Yankee lawyer with too clients but he had drawn the poorest lawyer in America. This was going to be more work than she thought. Lionel heard the knock and went to the peephole. Staring back at him was a young girl with a dark complexion and a pretty face. Her big brown eyes were slightly slanted. Her dark hair went down past her ... Read More»

After the epic success of my adventure hiring a male stripper for my reluctant wife (see The Final Kiss) it seemed only fair that she would return the favor by hiring a female stripper for me. But when I pitched the suggestion during a playful moment of foreplay, she didn't really warm to the idea. I am generally the one who pushes the envelope when it comes to sexual experimentation, but I'm not going to make a bold move like that without getting her to agree beforehand. A few weeks later, we were hanging out watching television when the program aired that open mouth kiss between Britney Spears and Madonna. My wife turned to me with one of those looks of curious condescension. "Why do men get so hot about two women kissing?" she asked. "I honestly can't ... Read More»

Let me start by giving you a little background. I have always liked to wear women’s clothing since I was about eighten years old. I used to like to put on my sisters clothes whenever I would be home alone. I liked to wear her panties and when she got older her bras. I would wear her bikinis and strut around the house like a slutty girl. As I got older I would wear my sister’s dresses and skirts. I bought my own panties and stockings. When I graduated from high school I joined the Navy. When I got to my first boat I wanted to dress like a woman again. We had a three day weekend and I decided to get away and dress up again. I went to St Augustine for the weekend. This was away from base so I would not run into anyone from my boat or squadron. I went to the mall ... Read More»

It's almost bedtime and I can't wait. I'm really horny tonight and I've been thinking about what's in store. The anticipation has slowed time to a sweet, agonizing crawl. My cock is growing hard as I unbuckle my jeans and slide them down along with my underwear. Stepping out of my pants, I leave them in a heap on the floor and head over to the bed. I'm wearing only a red t-shirt and white athletic socks now -- my sleepwear for the night -- and the cool night air feels good on the bare skin of my ass, penis and thighs. Lying down, my back against a stack of thick pillows, I grab the remote and switch the TV on to the news. You are in the bathroom, wearing only a partially open flannel shirt and striped knee socks as you sit on the toilet. The door is open. You ... Read More»

I`ve always had this fantasy about being with a shemale,i guess something about a chick wit a dick and tits always turned me on,i`ve always been curious about wat it`s like to be fucked by one.Well last weekend was a weekend i`m gonna remember for the rest of my life bc that was the weekend i decided to finally fulfill my fantasy and make it into a reality,i only shared this secrect with one friend of mine who is a lesbian and told me she wanted to help my fantasy come true.Jennifer goes to local lesbians clubs and said she met a gorgeous black shemale named Pamella who was looking for fwb only,she said Pamella had told her that she a top and love to fuck men hard in the ass but also liked to get fucked in the ass herself,Jennifer then told Pamella about me and ... Read More»

I sat at a coffee shop in Bronte. The salt air fresh and clean and the weather pleasantly warm. I sat waiting for my prey, the very willing prey that I had met online. I spotted them from a distance coming across from the beach. I spotted Melissa first, a luscious lady in her 40s, her blonde hair billowing in the seabreeze. Even from such a distance her tits looked magnificent. I knew from the photos they were DD. Her husband James was by her side. As they approached I took in Melissa more fully. Her magnificent tits covered by just a small and still wet floral red bikini top, spilling out. She had on a sarong, also somewhat wet which showed her bikini bottoms underneath. My mind drifted to what I had planned for those tits, before my quarry was close enough for ... Read More»

By the time the last week in November rolled around, she knew what she wanted. She'd always been curious about it, but had always feared doing that with him. A few days of well spent time dedicated to her research and she was finally ready. She bought the supplies that she needed, and after wishing a Happy Thanksgiving to the girl with whom she shared the apartment, she left for his place, knowing that her thanksgiving was going to be very eventful. It was the 26th of November, and she knew that he was still in New York, negotiating a contract between two particularly aggressive companies. Thanks to the spare key that she owned, she would be able to prepare herself before he arrived. Those thoughts swarmed her head, and had her tingling in anticipation as she ... Read More»

The sky was a husky purple, the sun made the clouds into a stunning rainbow of dusk, and Seth Nathaniel Jones was sobbing in his bathroom. He sat in the bathtub with knees drawn up under his chin and shielded his rapidly swelling eye that was already a nasty shade of purple. He tried to rationalize the situation, to understand why, but he couldn't. He sifted through his memories of his relationship with Mel trying to find something that would make him over look the travesty of their latest fight. He couldn't think of a single thing. Why had he fallen for him in the first place? Why the fuck did he move in with him knowing that he had violent tendencies? The sad part was that there was no reason. Seth didn't love this man. He was just lonely. He let out a ... Read More»

I have had a lot of sex. Most of it great, some of it not so great and then one terrible, horrible, cringe-worthy experience. So while I could sit here and write about one of the former times, it’s the latter that I choose to tell you about today. And please note, dear reader, that I’ve only shared this story with one other person – my bestie. You’ll soon see why. My first mistake in this experience was flirting with a guy I worked with. You know how they say you shouldn’t dip your pen in the company ink? Well there’s a very good reason for that – if it goes wrong, you still have to face each other daily! My second mistake involves automobiles. Now I don’t know much about cars (if you ask me what type of car I drive, I’d say a maroon one), but I do know that a ... Read More»

Man, I am pretty sure I have the best job in the world. Some may disagree, but I beg to differ. I work as a supervisor at a plastics molding company here in Detroit. We supply plastic parts for automotive industry here. Part of my job description includes putting my two cents in about who gets hired for the production line. Of course my preference goes to young single mothers who desperately need a job. Right now I supervise approximately twenty women. So you’re probably saying to yourself, ‘Big deal he’s a supervisor. What makes his job the best job in the world? Am I right? Well let me tell you. The great thing about my job is how I use my authority to get what I want. Yep, you guessed it. Sweet fuckin’ pussy man! And there’s lots of it at my beck and ... Read More»

Some people seem to have such 'normal' lives, no big secrets, no dark desires. I often wish I were such a person. I consider my 'uniqueness' to have started in grade school, but maybe it happened long before that. I'll never know. Miss Collins was the kind of woman people talked about - an older single woman. A word often used was 'spinster'. She was also missing a leg. I happened to have her as a teacher one year and found her to be unlike what people would say about her. That was the last year she was at my school. I never forgot her. - Juliet works for the same company but in a different city and arrives to help review our project. I am stunned with her beauty as she walks into the meeting. I flash back to Miss Collins. Like her, Juliet is missing ... Read More»