PART 2 Eagerly Waiting After I came down from the sexual high, we decided to get clean and to follow the resort’s dress code. White hubbies were to be nude. White wives were also to be nude but with a little cover of a minimal ballerina’s chemise wraparound that barely covered our derrieres. So skimpily attired we withdrew to the patio relaxing comfortably around a table that had drinks labeled “his and hers”. "What a pleasant surprise. “La Dame de Pique people really know how to pamper its guests” I said. I let the drink and the sea breeze blowing up my legs unwind me. Two closest tables to us had two white couples with a black male sat with them. There were a few more tables with white women sat with black males all exhibiting their lustful urges and sex play ... Read More»

18 year old Lance Henry stood in the laundry room of his girlfriend Callie's house. She had to run out to pick up her brother from a basketball game and had left him to wait for her. She was going to be gone for about an hour and her mother Evelyn wouldn't be home from work for at least that long. That gave him plenty of time to root through Callie and Evelyn's dirty laundry looking for a pair or two of panties to sniff on and tease himself with so that his balls were nice and full when he and Callie went out later. He wanted a huge set of love nuts so he could jerk off in Callie's face in the car after their date. Dirty panties always made him ache. Lance walked up to the overflowing laundry basket that was sitting under a laundry chute that went to the ... Read More»

Auntie Barbara had been married briefly many years ago, when I was a child but her husband had left suddenly with the parting shot to my mother and other members of the family, "She's impossible. No man could give her what she wants. Believe me; she'll come to a bad end. One day, some man will do what she wants and it'll kill her." This was reported to me at an early age without interpretation, and I assumed that either she was a wicked woman who wanted to rob banks, or else to go diving among sharks, or perhaps take part in dangerous sports such as ski-diving, mountain climbing or motorcycle racing. None of the adults explained what he may have meant, so I grew up thinking of her as either very naughty or else an audacious older woman. She was about 16 years ... Read More»

After twenty years of marriage I can't think of a single thing that annoys me about my wife. There is really nothing that bothers me enough to change anything about her. Anything that is except the fact that she snores when she sleeps. She denies it, especially when I tell her how loud she is and the fact that I can't get to sleep if she beats me into bed and falls asleep before me. Deep down she knows she snores, she's just in denial about the amplitude of her nocturnal log sawing symphony. It's the same thing with farting and sweating. She says that women don't fart, they fluff, and women don't sweat, they perspire. Gimme a break I would tell her whenever she brought either one up. A farts a fart and sweat is sweat! She says she gets nasal at times, if ... Read More»

Veronica was pissed off. She had just heard from her sister that her niece was leaving her prep school and wanted to move out of state. While she certainly didn't mind her niece coming to live with her for a while (she knew that her niece was already 19 & only had a couple of months left in school), she was pissed about the reason that her sister gave her. It seemed that a teacher, Mr. Small, had been pressuring her to sleep with him and, as her niece had refused, he had been giving her failing grades. Veronica asked about going to the school officials but was told that her niece was too scared to do that. She didn't want to be part of a huge story, particularly one that was very much a "he said, she said" situation. Mr. Small, she was told, ... Read More»

"John! Good to see you again, how have you been?" I was back from University on my Christmas break, back with far too much work and too little money! The good news was that afternoon I had received a call from a couple in their late 30s who I used to babysit for when I was at school. I saw the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. In babysitting for them, I could do my University work whilst earning money. And, even better, the woman I had babysat for in the past wasn't too bad looking either! "All good, thanks Maria! Glad to be back! How are the kids?" Wow she looked good; her tight denim jeans hugging her petite, svelte figure. She was also wearing a strappy top revealing the top of her perky breasts, her dark hair fell softly down onto her ... Read More»

Why is it everyone gets the urge to get thin and beautiful in the Summer? Is it the heat, the holidays, or just the fact that every girl on the street seems untouchable and out of your league? Every girl that is, unless you're lucky enough to have a girlfriend. But if you wish to keep her, you better damn well get your ass to the gym. So here I am, rolling out of my bed and onto the floor at 6am, alarm clock vibrating off the windowsill and me blindly groping for my gym shorts in the morning sun. First off, go for a run and then off to the gym for opening time at 7.30. The sun beats down on me as I struggle running uphill in the morning heat, but I know I have to, because its an unfortunate summer tradition that everyone HAS to come back slimmer and fitter ... Read More»

We've all seem them; an object of nostalgia and whimsy. It is a jewelry box, a place to keep secret and personal things, sitting on the vanity table of a particular kind of woman. There is the lingering hint of some perfume, a subtle reminder of the elegance of it's owner. It is the color of ivory, picked out in silver or perhaps gold, the edges frilled or otherwise decorated to soften the lines. On the top of this ivory colored box is the figure of a ballerina on a circular dais. She is standing en-pointe, arms above her head in a perpetual pirouette, the dais spinning slowly as the music box is set in motion. She is classically thin and blonde, wearing pink ballet shoes and leotard, opaque white tights and a short ruffed tutu. Her hair is pulled back in a ... Read More»

I’m sitting here babysitting my rowdy 4th period class. I’m a junior high school teacher in District 150 in Peoria Illinois. Peoria is a Midwestern town with Midwestern values. No one who knows me would ever guess that this conservatively dressed 41 year old math and science teacher spent last Sunday blowing $1000 shopping on Michigan Avenue in Chicago. Blowing money that I made doing very naughty sexy things. Men love my feet and I love the attention my feet get. My husband Jim and I have high sex drives and lots of varied sexual interests. Ten years ago we mutually agreed to have what some would call an open marriage. Free to find fulfillment for the desires and kinks the other didn’t share or have an interest in. Our unconventional lifestyle has made ... Read More»

Will Work For Shoes On the ground floor of the Galleria Mall in Houston, Gavin Taulbe leaned against the parapet that surrounded the ice rink, watching two of his grandkids ice skating. His daughter-in-law, Graciela, stood next to him, tracking the kids' progress across the ice. One of the kids was hers; the other belonged to his daughter Geneva. Graciela had invited her because she knew Angelica loved ice skating, and said she could also spend the night. Both Gavin and Graciela had come up in coastal Texas. Gavin came from blue-collar, redneck origins, and Graciela from a middle class Hispanic family, but if they had any common ground, besides the love each bore for his son Branden, who was stationed in the Middle East, it was that both were mystified by the ... Read More»

My buddies helped me out of the car just before it caught fire. The guy that forced us into the tree just kept going. I felt something warm on my face and wiped it with my hand, which hurt like hell. In the dull light of the busted headlights I examined the fluid and realized it was my blood. I felt weak in the knees. Ken had a cell phone and he called 911. Philip sat me down on a large bolder next to the tree we had hit. When the police arrived, Ken and Philip told the guys in blue what had happened. "Our friend needs some medical attention," I heard someone say. The cops called an ambulance. I had no idea I was hurt so badly. My buds followed in the police car sirens blaring. I remember it made my head hurt to hear that loud noise. ... Read More»

Kent held his book in one hand and scraped dirt off the side of his sneaker with a stick he held in the other. Deciding to read his assigned chapter on a bench in front of the English building on the nicest day of the year was a big mistake, Kent thought. Waaaaaaaaaaay too easy to get distracted out here. A deep purr caught Kent’s ear and grew louder as an old pick-up truck rounded the corner and slid into one of the student parking spaces. Dried mud was splattered across the entire truck like it was a mobile Jackson Pollack canvas. Kent trained his eye on the vehicle as the driver’s door opened and a girl stepped out. Kent recognized her as a classmate in his American Lit class that just finished a few minutes ago. He tried to pretend he wasn’t staring her ... Read More»

Introduction Jennifer Cortez was an only child. Her father, Porfirio Cortez, had inherited the family import-export business. In his dealings with Japan, he met Ching and married her. Jennifer was the offspring of the union. She had distinctly Japanese features: oriental eyes, dark brunette hair, and the classical heart-shaped Japanese face. She also had the small Asian breasts with long, hard dusky nipples sprouting from dark, puckered areolas. She would discover that she was multi-orgasmic to the extent that after a climax she would have a powerful animal drive for another orgasm. Usually she would have to cum three or four times before she was satisfied. It was in the tenth grade that Jennifer encountered Mr. Mellon. He was her tenth grade plain geometry ... Read More»

Hey, there. My name is Robert Gray. I'm a big and tall, somewhat chubby but good-looking black man living in the city of Boston. I love to get down with Sharon Henderson Gray, my beautiful and absolutely sexy fiancée. She's a six-foot-tall, voluptuous black woman with big tits, wide hips and a big ass. While we appear to be just another straight-laced professional couple, appearances can certainly be deceiving. I work for the Massachusetts State Police as a patrol supervisor. She's a prosecutor for the Boston City District Attorney. We're just another black couple trying to make it work. We do all kinds of freaky stuff together. I guess that's why we get along so well. We're a couple of thrill-seekers. Earlier today, we ran into a couple of tourists while ... Read More»

Spread out on a dais, naked with her legs spread apart. Her arms also spread, her head slightly elevated on a satin pillow. Her ankles and wrists held in place by padded manacles, her head with a thin silk cord over her forehead, tying her down. Her dark black hair was spread out behind her on display. She had been meticulously cleaned, her finger and toe nails polished to a gleam. Her lips felt oiled. Chilled air had caused her nipples to stiffen and her aureole's to show dimples. Goose bumps were starting to form on her breasts, and other parts of her body. An unknown body walked in. She heard them adjusting something and in response the room began to warm, her dimples softened and disappeared. Lettice's vaginal hair had been washed and combed. She ... Read More»