I couldn’t help staring at it. It was not only the biggest cock I’d seen, there was an aesthetic quality to it that begged a lingering look. Veins coursed over thick black flesh ending in a perfect golfball sized half-dome. It had to be eight inches long and, Lord Almighty, it was still soft! The
Like Santa, I was exhausted Christmas morning. It was going to be the first of three richly deserved days off. Over the past two weeks it seemed I had worked endlessly. Sleeping in till just after nine was a treat. I got up, showered, and drove to the Mickey D’s around the corner for breakfast.
I kicked at the soaked sheets, trying to disentangle them from my sweaty legs. They were all twisted up, but I managed to pull my feet free and roll over onto my side. I knew that in a very short time I would be shivering so badly that I’d be forced to pull the matted
I couldn’t believe it. Dad and mom were getting a divorce! Dad – Vincent Cassell – met mom – Monica Bellucci – in 1996 on the set of the movie The Apartment. They dated for three years before “tying the knot” August 3, 1999. I was conceived that night and born May 7, 2000. My
It was just another card game with the boys when Brad said something weird. “Oh, fuck! My wife is going to kill me!” he suddenly exclaimed. “What the hell are you talking about?” asked Joe. Brad’s young wife Bobbi was the most timid and woman around. Not like Paul’s wife. She had just wandered through
I never gave incest any thought, I mean sure I have had passing thoughts occasionally but I am not some kind of freak. Yes my mom is young, and I guess I always knew she was attractive from the way my friends acted around her. But until I saw her naked, I really never thought
Milly and Rachel are two mid-fifties widows who have become friends at church. After the potluck one Sunday, Milly invited Rachel to her house to visit. She mixed up a big pitcher of Margueritas and they sat on the back porch together. Well into the second one, Rachel suddenly asked, “Do you miss sex?” Milly
Being in a wheelchair and having to use the restroom at the local mall, I never paid attention to the holes in the sides of the handicap stall. Until all of a sudden a big black cock appeared in one of them. Being 26 years old and in a wheelchair for the last 8 years
It was an early morning in the middle of summer in the small town that my husband of eighteen years and I lived in located in the southeastern U.S. Mark, my husband worked for the local District Attorneys office, which kept him busy until all hours of the night (and morning) at times. I am
“James and Susan Hullett. That’s H.u.l.l.e.t.t” I said to the pretty red head behind the ticket counter. “Here you are sir. Here is your boarding pass and seat assignment,” she said as she passed me my tickets and smiled. She looked to be about 22 or 23 and I couldn’t help noticing she had either
The headlights came up behind me fast and close. Afraid I was going to be rear ended, I pulled over and let him pass. The green Border Patrol van sped past me. “Asshole!” I thought. “He didn’t have to do that.” Ahead almost out of sight, the van pulled over, U-turned and came rushing back
This is going to seem like a dream or fantasy not reality but I assure you every word is rue. I was raised in a strict Baptist family where sex was something you didn’t talk about. I was raised to believe it was sinful to submit to your sexual needs. As expected I married my
I couldn’t believe my eyes at first. I was standing by the front desk of this swank condominium when I saw a five-foot nine-inch casually dressed black woman get off the elevator. “Aretha, is that you?” “White Girl? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” she called back and came running towards me. We
Before you EVEN close this, I have one thing to say. This is not about smoking pot. This is about something a tad more personal. No matter how much I try, I can only last seven minutes. So why the title? Do the math: seven minutes, each with sixty seconds. 420. At first I thought
When I was a teenager I read a lot about sex. I was very curious about boys and wanted to know everything about them; the way they thought, about their bodies and what got them turned on. One thing I have learned growing up is that books don’t really tell you all that much about