Ethan ran away eight months ago after he discovered his wife of five years was sneaking around with a black dude named Ernest. She wanted him to live with the arrangement because she told him that Ernest sexed her and made her feel like the woman of her dreams. In other words, she went black
We were excited when our invitation arrived but surprised at the size of the accompanying questionnaire. Was this club really going to be worth it ? By all accounts, it was. My friend Phil had let slip that he was a member of a swingers club and it only cost me a few drinks to
John and DeeDee were the average couple of their times. Both had been raised in a white Christian environment and throughout their lives were taught that black people were not as good as they were. Times change though, whether you want them to or not. Both are now in their early 60’s, having been married
“I wish we’d been born sisters.” Jesse said, gently daubing ‘Watermelon Pink’ lipstick onto my pussylips. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in just an oversized T-shirt, legs spread wide, while she sat on the floor between them in just her panties, her face just inches away from my hole, decorating it.
One day, me and Chris were skipping chemistry together, like we often did. Chris had to use the bathroom. We went into the change room, and he used the urinal. He finished up, and we just hung out in the change room for a while, talking. We locked the door just in case someone catches
Marshall blinked in the bright light, shut his eyes, then opened them and slowly lifted his head. All he saw was blue and white. He was in a room with white walls and a blue floor, and he was lying on the floor. It didn’t feel like a floor because it was soft and springy.
In my junior year at high school I had already discovered the joys of sexuality through my Aunt Cindy and additionally through her boyfriend at the time. School just seemed the logical place to act out on some of my newfound skills. After my sexual awakening I found that I took much greater notice in
“I’m exhausted,” said Vernon as he pulled the car door shut. “I just want to go home, Selma. It was hotter than hell out there, but the coach made us do the full two-a-days. I’m going to eat something fast and fall into bed. “We have to stop at my house first,” said Selma. “No!”
“Why aren’t you dressed?” I asked. “The party starts in an hour.” I was startled to see Janet in a light blue bathrobe and slippers. “Oh, I’ve been trying to sew this darn thing, but I can’t do it without a form,” she responded, discouraged. “Well, we don’t have a lot of time left and
Marcella and I were a perfect match. I was in my 40s and just out of a 20 year marriage with all sorts of sexual fantasies She was divorced, in her 30s and scaring guys off with her sexual desires, fantasies and needs. On our first date she was very touchy with her hands. We
One time I had read a bit about sensory deprivation tanks and how you just float in warn sea water and how relaxing it is. I began to think about using the same concept in spicing the old sex life of my wife and I. Depriving one sense seems to enhance others. What if I
Roddy’s mother sat on the settee stroking a big black dog. The black butler brought in the boy. ‘Thank you, Charles.’ She uncrossed her legs but crossed them again as the dog tried to nose up her short skirt. ‘Naughty Fritz, don’t you think?’ She smiled at the boy. ‘Wouldn’t you be more comfortable taking
It all started on a lonely Saturday night when I was home alone doing laundry. I live on the first floor of a three-story building. The common washer/dryer for the building is in the basement, and a door from my bedroom leads directly into the laundry-room section of the basement. There is a young, unmarried
I was broke, in college and looking for something, anything to cure my financial ailment. The ad I found was strange. Young males wanted, Specialty Taste Club, catering to the unusual, Excellent pay, flexible hours, no selling. Call for personal interview. The no selling part got my attention. It seemed like all the ad’s that
The beginning is burned into my memory. I remember it was August 7, 1998. A hot night! It was hotter than just the temperature outside. We had just finished a light dinner and a bottle of wine. The menu included green salad, charbroiled chicken breasts with fresh veggies and watermelon for dessert. We were relaxing