Now Stan, I should perhaps mention, is a bit older than me and of a build that most folks would just call skinny. But that beauty that he hosts between his legs is without a doubt the fattest part of his body. It is long, thick and when fully aroused, a state I take such joy in bringing about, stands proudly straight out with a graceful upward bend. It is really a thing of beauty.
I know, I haven’t seen a cock that I didn’t think had its beauty, they are all beautiful, all colors
The concert had already finished half an hour ago and I was trying to get a cab but all my attempts were without affect. Thus, I decided to go home on foot. I always enjoyed walking in the empty streets of the city. It was a cool summer night; I was dressed lightly, just a red shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
I was quite absorbed in my thoughts, so I didn’t pay attention to anything else. What I didn’t know, was that some guy had been following me all along. While I was pacing
I have been reading and enjoying cuckold and creampie stories for many years now, and I recently had an unbelievable experience at a local sporting goods store. I was pretty horny at the time because I had just finished reading several cuckold stories involving white husbands who were eating creampies from their wives, which were deposited by big-cocked black men.
I was in the camping department looking at some cold-weather sleeping bags, and noticed a large black man also shopping in that
“What’s for dinner? Lamb chops, I hope. You do those so well.”
“Of course, if that’s what you want, Ely. If that’s what you want, than that’s what we’ll have.”
He’s got no taste buds left, I think. What does he care if it’s lamb, pork, or shit? Note to self—while I try to keep my voice from having the sarcastic edge Ely had complained about of late. Of course we don’t have any lamb chops in the house. I’ll have to go
My name is Shaun Jacobs and this is the story of my first sexual experience and my first time falling in love.
I am twenty one years old, 6′ 2″, slim build, short dark brown hair and green eyes. I have light skin and bit of a stubbly beard.
I have never had a serious relationship before and I am still a virgin, which is embarrassing at this age I know. Throughout my teenage years I guess I was mainly attracted to girls at school but was too shy to ever really do anything about it.
Author’s note: this fictional story is written from the perspective of a bi-curious, submissive male enjoying his first experience. As always, I love feedback, so let me know what you think, good or bad, and thanks for taking the time to read!
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Things weren’t going well for Private First Class Sinclair. My Battalion Commander had him standing at attention in his office while he angrily accosted him and explained the charges against him. This was the old Army, before Obama softened
It happened when my wife and I were staying at a really nice nudist resort in Tucson, Arizona.
We met a nice local couple, Connie and Dave. They were probably in their early 50s, a few years younger than us. Like us, they had a few extra pounds, but they were both attractive. She had really nice curves. Unlike most of the other women at the nude resort, she was not shaved and had a full bush. He was shaved down there.
In fact he had a nice circle that was shaved all around his crotch. They were
Joe and Alex had been very good friends for several years and played volleyball together for about 6 months. In that time, Joe’s marriage had been experiencing strain and, finally, Joe and his wife decided that it was time to end it amicably. With no children in the short 2-year marriage, it was painful but necessary to end the relationship. Alex, meanwhile, was single and had brought dates along to post-game drinks at the bar, but it didn’t appear that he was dating anyone with
I moaned softly as the dark-haired man ran his tongue over my nipple and then over it again, chills running down my spine at the feel of the hard, round metal stud rubbing on my nipple. I was thinking hard, although having a hard time organizing my thoughts—Steve was his name, I thought.
I had met up with him in the bar downstairs. I don’t know what had drawn me here. I’d carried the card for
Jan sat on the side of the bed in her robe rubbing the side of her face and silently cried while Matt took a shower in the other room. He returned shortly and looked down at his wife; the tears running down her face. The anger that masked his face sent dread into her heart.
“Just stop it or I’ll really give you something to cry about!” he yelled at her. “I’m not a fag like Steve next door.
I don’t ever want you to ask me that again! It’s disgusting and
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