The next three months were very exciting. We met regularly with Matt and Lisa, Dick and Nina, Bryan and Debra, and even Alex and Mary. But the most exciting were family get-togethers. Of course there were the normal family functions of birthdays, anniversaries, or just dinners out. Tim, Wanda, Jen, James, Betty, and I were always the last to leave or left together. We explored our friends, family, boundaries, and ourselves. We laughed, talked, and loved. We loved most of all. We loved our friends, our families, and especially each other. Except for a couple days of my allergies acting up and Jen having a summer cold, I don't think we missed a day of making love. By the middle of September, we were all well established wife swappers. Jen and I had tried all ... Read More»

Eric Robinson wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He finished his first year of medical school and just wasn’t sure he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps. He decided to take the summer off and visit his recently married dad in St. Louis. Eric had known his dad’s new wife, Nan, since he was a youngster. She was his father’s longtime nurse and assistant. The fact that Nan was black was not an issue for Eric. She had a daughter, Jolene who was born when Nan was sixteen. Eric and Jolene played together when they were kids. He was two years older and hadn’t seen her for years. He wondered what she was doing now. Probably married with a bunch of kids… he thought to himself. When Eric arrived he was greeted by Nan who appeared younger than her forty years. ... Read More»

Two weeks to the day after the accident; Brett regained consciousness. Nigha was at his side in the wheelchair that she'd be using for the next few months while her pelvis healed. Due to the continued risk of infection; Brett wouldn't be able to see the twins for at least another week. The time for him to know the truth was fast approaching and she was at a loss of how she would tell the man that she loved for the vast majority of her adult life; the man that had fought his way back from death, that the twin girls that he was so in love with belonged to someone else. How could she break his heart? How did she break his heart? Jason. Bria had come to visit her on the day that she'd decided it was time for her to tell Brett the truth. He was regaining ... Read More»

FLASH! The camera whirred. She picked it up from the bathroom counter and turned it around to see the captured image. On the color screen of the digital camera was a pert, pink nipple. Not just any nipple. It was Alicia's nipple, and it was gorgeous in its fully engorged state. It rose from her breast like a sugary pink gumdrop. Alicia had pulled, pinched it, and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger until it throbbed. She did all of this because Ryan asked her to do so. "I want a picture of your sexy nipple," Ryan had typed in his email. "I want a close-up shot of your nipple after you've pulled on it, and pinched it. When you're completely turned on by the act of what you're doing, take a picture of it and send it to me." So here she was, locked ... Read More»

I'm one of those people who don't put much faith in dreams or fantasies but I never felt there was any harm in having them. I've had this fantasy for almost a year. I didn't just come to mind, it was something I'd seen on an x-rated video my husband had. Darren, my husband and I have been married for almost three years. I hadn't dated much at all before I met Darren. I realized I shouldn't have been so eager to get married. We still loved each other but the sex was just not like it was in the beginning. It wasn't dull and boring but it was getting pretty close to bordering on it. Some of my friends in the office where I worked seemed to be falling into the same situation. I often listened to them discussing their sex lives. It even appeared like some could be ... Read More»

I was really bummed out. I had gone on job interview after job interview and turned up empty. Didn't know what I was doing wrong or why I wasn't getting these jobs that I knew I was suited for and qualified because of prior experience. I went on line each morning and submitted at least a dozen or two resume on line and mailed out them on a daily basis. I signed up with agencies and everything seemed to be a dead end. I had a great job and I loved it and the owners decided to close up after one of the family members became very ill and they felt they had to take care of them. Sitting in front of my laptop lost in thought, I snapped out of it when my cell rang. It was with one of the biggest suppliers of heating and plumbing supplies in the Metro area. They ... Read More»

But perhaps, I'm getting ahead of myself. Firstly, I should introduce the characters of this story. Myself (Lee), and my wife Sophie, a mid-thirties, happily married couple who enjoy, even if I say so myself, an interesting, varied, yet rather orthodox sex life. Sophie, like many French women is slim and petite, possessing a gentle character and a dazzling smile. Then we have our neighbours, Chantal and David, yet another (or so it seemed) middle of the road couple living in rural France. Chantal, a petite yet buxom blond with a piercing blue-eyed stare, complemented by David, a Martinique dark-skinned, gentle (and extremely reserved) giant. However, underneath the veneer of respectability lay hidden desires, something Chantal recognised well before the rest ... Read More»

Ever since I could remember, I've always had a thing for black guys, and it's not an easy thing for an Arab woman to admit. The family in which I grew up is profoundly racist, although they would deny it to no end if queried on the subject. There isn't supposed to be any racism in Islam, that's the fairy tale being preached in every Masjid from Yemen to Lebanon, from Indonesia to Senegal, from Saudi Arabia to Afghanistan. My name is Haifa, and I was born in the town of Ghazni, in central Afghanistan. My parents, Abdul and Fatima Uzhmakai moved to the province of Ontario, Canada, in 1999, exactly ten years after my birth. To say that we experienced culture shock in the City of Toronto, Ontario, would have been an understatement. Life in Canada changed us, ... Read More»

I'm a new writer, really enjoying writing, please vote and leave comments, it's what I post them up for! Thankyou and enjoy. ---- "You fucking shit for brains are not worth shit! Go out there, find a cute girl, fuck her and bring it back to me! What the fuck do you think I'm paying you for?" The words stuck in the front of my mind, as our boss scolded my two buddies and me. The older white boss was the essence of power, but also the essence of prick. With our cameraman standing behind us, receiving less attention as he received less money, all four of us left his home feeling a mix of shame and anger. The two-faced old fart switched to his "nice guy" attitude as soon as we left his office. He walked in front of us, four black men towering over the ... Read More»

TELL ME A STORY: PART TWO Prologue: Erica Fry is a fortyish woman who has on a whim taken it upon herself to visit a company that records oneТs sexual fantasies on audio tape. A woman thirty something woman named Valerie has taken her to a room in which there is a chair designed to sexually arouse the user when she tells her story. The chair itself has a large thick dildo protruding from the middle of the seat which Erica was at first reluctant to use. After a bit of prodding from Valerie, she finally sat down on the fierce some rubber pecker and began telling her story. It was a true tale of how she was taken and fucked in the middle of a crowded subway car when the power went out. Her suitor was large black man who literally ravaged her while no one was the ... Read More»

His apartment was dark, with dusk gently seeping in from outside in slits through the blinds. A singular vertical beam of light streamed out from the bathroom. All she could hear was the shower running. She took off her clothes, letting them lay in a heap on the floor. She walked to the bathroom and pushed the door open slowly, then carefully and quietly closed it behind her. She could see his silhouette through the shower curtain. He had one palm flat against the tile wall, his head bent. His other hand was stroking himself. The shower wasn't on very hard and she could see the water coming down on him lightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart, which had begun to beat a little faster at the sight of him, and pulled the curtain aside. He jumped ... Read More»

It was my second year as professor at Western University. I had a Ph. D in Fine Arts and was instructing first year oil painting. The curriculum was mainly still life and landscape but did include some figure painting. For the figure painting I employed a willing student who would pose for a stipend from my limited budget. Usually it was a female student but this year a well-built nineteen-year-old male volunteered. Brad had the body of Adonis. Was a blue eye blonde with well defined muscles. He was a natural for a figure study so I gratefully accepted his offer. The first time Brad posed for the class I was amazed as was the six female art students. He was not only well built but his penis exceeded eight inches hanging flaccid between his legs. ... Read More»

"Daphne darling, you need to try this on." Jeanette held up a bright red dress to her daughter. The silk gown was floor length with a slit running up the side. The store they were in was incredibly pretentious and Daphne only agreed because her mother was buying her stuff. Daphne Landry was your typical filthy rich girl. One thing that made her stand out was that she was black. Her father ran his own law form and her mother was a successful child psychologist. Daphne always had the best of everything. She was an only child and went to private school and wore D&G and Chanel for everything. Daphne was well on her way to finishing her Masters degree and was in her last semester of college. Soon after she planned to head off somewhere and look for a job, while ... Read More»

As you walk through the spacious living room, with its high ceilings and floor to ceiling windows looking out towards the sea, you think to yourself how happy you are that you decided to risk it all and move down to this tropical island paradise. Thoughts and images of your lover, Enrique, float through your head, and you can't help but to reach down and lightly rub your pussy through your thin, long dress. As you pour a glass of lemonade, your mind drifts toward the early morning romp you and Enrique enjoyed in the shower. He lathered you up and rubbed you down as you forcibly grabbed his member and began pumping up and down, bringing his semi-hard cock into a full on salute. He gently bended you over, and rubbing soap all over his dick he slowly eased it ... Read More»

We had been having phone sex for over a month when Kasandra suggested that we meet. This was a surprise to me for a few reasons, the most important being that we lived such a long distance from each other. She lived in Portland, OR and was living in Sacramento, CA at the time. Only pre-paid phone cards had allowed us to engage in our sexually charged phone conversations. I didn't have a lot of money to spare as living in Sacramento could get very expensive, a good example being my one bedroom apartment costing $511.00 a month. And this was the cheapest available without setting up in a place beyond Thunderdome. Also, we didn't really know each other all that well. I knew her name, and I knew what she looked like. From her pictures, I knew she was about 5' 11", ... Read More»