MEETING MOMMY “Tommy, are you seeing that little Asian girl again tonight?” Doris Evans asked her eighteen year old son. “Yup,” he replied while combing his hair, “I think we’ll hit a movie and stop off for some burgers after the show.” Doris leaned against the bathroom door jam while admiring the build on her only son. Solid as a rock without and ounce of fat and handsome to boot! “Don’t you think it’s time you brought her around to meet me?” she asked casually. “Not yet, mom,” he replied softly. “Maybe in a couple of weeks or so.” Doris was quiet for a few moments before replying, “Son, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you, bring her before the movie, understand?!?” “Okay, mom,” he answered softly, “but I’m not sure she’s ready for you yet.” “Don’t you worry ... Read More»

"When?" "Less than a month. I'm on the air in 30 days." she replied. Greg sat at his desk, staring at her in near-disbelief, twirling a pen through his fingers. The words Shannon had just spoken were still echoing in his head. His face felt flush, and his body felt empty. For the first time since they'd known each other, he had nothing to say. No sarcastic, playfully teasing comments, no subtle compliments, hinting at his hidden affection for her, no discussion of the days' events. Nothing. Just the now heart-piercing thought of not seeing her again. Ever. He stood up and walked away from his desk, stifling back emotion, and out of Shannon's sight without another word. Shannon Warner had joined the staff of WJF-TV two years ago, moving from a small ... Read More»

Joel ran to the end of the hallway and looked both ways. No Fe. He ran to the emergency steps, hoping that maybe she had opted to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Of course she did not. He considered damn near jumping down the stairs, even though he was already panting and sweating hard both from exhaustion and from getting caught by the girl of his dreams. Even though he wanted to run down the five flights of stairs to the lobby, he knew there was no way that he'd catch her. Plus, Fe would be steaming mad by now. He once learned the hard way on the wrong end of her shoe to leave her alone for awhile when she was super-pissed. That was a lesson he wasn't in a hurry to learn again. He sighed dejectedly and walked back to his dorm room. In the heat of ... Read More»

I'm writing this just to get it off my chest. I have to tell someone and I might as well tell my computer. Consider this a diary entry for I could never tell anyone else of the things I have been doing. My name is Donna. I am 39 years old, a few pounds overweight but otherwise in good shape. My husband, Mark, still complements me, especially about my boobs, which are plump and well rounded. We still have sex occasionally but the fire isn't really there, I love Mark but he just doesn't do it for me anymore. But, as with many couples, we find other interests and hobbies and just cruise through life. Every Independence Day, my husband and I host a party which includes fireworks, a cookout, and, of course, substantial drinking. This year was to be no different. ... Read More»

DOMINANT BOYFRIEND Norma Bond looked up from her knitting and smiled as her niece Peggy ran to answer the front door. “Is that your new boyfriend?” she called out. “Uh huh,” the happy eighteen year old replied, “his name is Dace Laughton.” A few moments later Norma’s mouth dropped open when Peggy entered the living room with a young black man. “Mom, I’d like you to meet Dace!” “I-it’s nice to meet you, young man,” she stammered. “And where are you two off to?” “I dunno,” he replied insolently, “probably just hang out.” “I see,” a very nervous Norma replied softly. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around,” the frightened woman added. “So what?” he shot back. “I haven’t seen you either!” All at once there was a tension in the room you could have cut with a ... Read More»

You set there at the table amongst friends, enjoying the laid-back atmosphere of yet another party. Mellow music is flowing throughout the house, along with good wine and liquors. This night seems no different than any other Friday night you have spent in this same house, sitting in this same chair, with the very same friends. As the clock winds forward, however, you soon find out that this night will be like no other. Half-heartedly, you laugh at your friends joke, holding your glass of bourbon close to your mouth. Your eyes scan your all too familiar surroundings. They fall upon the front entrance, as the door is being pushed opened. Neither your eyes nor your heart were prepared for the vision of perfection that crossed that threshold. Your breath is ... Read More»

0o0o0o0o0o Greg and Tori were sitting in the back of the taxi apart from one another saying nothing. She was staring out of the window and he was staring at her, wondering if she was regretting her offer to come and stay the night. He wasn't sure what to say - she had been so chatty for most of the evening, he really hadn't had to do anything and now her silence was a little disarming. Looking for a mode of distraction, he reached into his pocket to check for his phone. He had switched his phone on to silent once he had realised that he wanted to spend the evening with Tori, and devoted his attention to her. Looking at the phone now, he could see that he had thirty two missed calls and his voice mailbox was full - God he was going to get it from Tamara on ... Read More»

* * * * * It was close to Christmas and Andrea and her husband, Jeff, found themselves a little short of cash. Jeff had been off work for almost three months and the unemployment checks didn't leave much after the bills were paid. Andrea hadn't worked since college except for a few odd jobs. Her work, and it was work, consisted of taking care of the three children. Without the children, it wouldn't have been a problem. Christmas for the two of them could be sparse and it would be alright, but it was the kids they thought about. It's not that there had to be gifts under the tree for the kids to open Christmas morning. They would certainly understand. In fact, with the oldest being only six, it was difficult given their ages to conceive they wouldn't. Still, ... Read More»

I brought back her drink and we talked. We chatted about random stuff, the kind of things you talk about to ascertain common ground. We drank a few drinks and then we caught each other's eyes. I felt it and moved myself closer so my mouth touched hers. Gently at first and then with more force, pushing open her lips with my tongue as we kissed deeply. My hands started to stray over her legs, caressing her thighs as her hands did the same. In a crowded pub we were openly aroused. Her hand held my cock through my trousers and started to rub it firmly. I whispered, "I need you Sheila." Her response was to take my hand and lead me out of the pub. Outside she opened her handbag and produced two tickets for the film "Contact" which was due to start in a few ... Read More»

The day began like any other; I woke up, showered, wrapped my towel around myself and sat down to begin applying my makeup. I stared at myself shocked at the transformations I had undergone the past few weeks, my beautiful feminine body so smooth and curvy it could put even the most finely molded hourglass to shame. My black hair fell down my shoulders accenting my naturally puckered red lips as the tips stretched out to embrace the tops of my budding breasts, tickling my tender areolas and nearly sending me into a horny little fit. I grabbed my comb and began styling my hair in an attempt to both distract myself from the sensation as well as move the offender from the region. As I sat there I couldn't help but reminisce about how it had all begun. I am not ... Read More»

***** Part 08: Coffeecake and Kara "She would never say where she came from, Yesterday don't matter if it's gone. While the sun is bright, Or in the darkest night, No one knows, She comes and goes. Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day, Still I'm gonna miss you..." "Mroww?" my nosey Siamese cat said as I sang along with Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones. "Hush up silly girl," I said to Ling, "I'm not talking to you." Tail straight up in disdain she leaped down from the stool next to the kitchen table where I was putting the finishing touches on a yeast-raised coffee cake. She ran into the living room. "Everybody's a damn critic!" I said as I slipped the cake into the oven. Forty-five ... Read More»

I wanted to tell you about my experience last night! I know a couple people out here that love to get fucked up, and they wanted me to go to a club with them, I don’t remember what it was called, I was just a little buzzed when we got there, we took some jumbo glasses of margaritas with us in the hummer my girlfriend owns. There were 4 of us going, all decked out, smelling sweet and looking for some action! So we get there, there was a line outside but of course Sandi knows her way around there, and the HOT black guy at the door (what an Adonis, muscular, slight goatee, bald on top, beautiful pearly smile, OMG) – anyway he lets us right in. Of course with my thing for black studs, I kind of brushed his *package* on the way by *giggle*, hmm, it went part way ... Read More»

Dr. Morris crossed her sexy legs and pulled her skirt down to make sure her cooter wasn't showing, Sharon Stone style. She picked up an ice-filled tumbler from the table and reached over, handing to me. I grabbed it with quivering hands. "Thanks." After a few sips of water, I decided it wasn't enough. In my bag was a flask of whiskey. After adding the secret ingredient, Dr. Morris waved a stern finger at me. "Alcohol is not the answer," she looked at me over her glasses. God, this woman was sexy. She had this fuckable librarian vibe to her, with her curly ginger hair. "You know there are better ways to deal with your emotions." The whiskey went down hard. I shook the ice in my glass and sighed heavily, shaking the hair out of my face. "Dude," I looked ... Read More»

My name is Mohammed Abdul. I was born in the City of Mecca, in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. In my lifetime, I've always been a bit bizarre. I'm a five-foot-six, 200-pound guy with dark bronze skin, curly Black hair and light brown eyes. When you're a chubby Arab guy from a conservative society, life in general can be tough on you. My brothers, Ali and Ahmed, picked on me a lot while I was growing up in the family estate in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I think that's one of the many reasons why I just couldn't wait to get away from my homeland. I've always been fascinated by North America, especially Canada. To me, it has always been synonymous with the land of liberty. America is okay, but there is too much political crap going on over there. I think Canada is a ... Read More»

This is the story of the most memorable and incredible blowjob that I have ever, and maybe will ever receive. I was 19 years old at the time. I was with my then girlfriend (now my ex, but it's one of those things where, we both know that at some point we will be back together, we just need some time to have fun and see the world a bit first). Although i never knew any of my friends to say she was the hottest girl at our high school, i thought she was incredible. she was an athlete, just like me, a real competitor. that turned me on. and her body showed how active she was. thick, muscular legs with a HUGE, firm ass. flat, toned stomach and amazing D cups. and her smile...every time i see it, I can't help but to smile back, Her deep blue eyes will never get boring ... Read More»