She was all alone during these years. After Ravi, her husband had gone to New York since three years. Bipasha was alone in Petermaritzburg. He used to come to home once in five or six months. Ravi was more attracted towards stocks and shares. He didn't want to leave his business in Petermaritzburg without supervision, so Bipasha was looking after it. After his parents' death, she was left alone. All she could expect was the occasional visit from Ravi's sister. Otherwise, she was getting bored with her life. Her days were monotonous and long. Life was uninspiring. Her sexual life has come to standstill. It was long two years back when she enjoyed with Ravi. But is it enough for a woman in her late twenties? Bipasha was so depressed that sometimes at ... Read More»

The old farm house sat on top of a hill secluded from the nearest road about a half mile away. The old winding dirt driveway was lined with mature oak trees that were planted more than one hundred and fifty years ago. It had been a farm a long time ago and now it was home to George and his wife Lisa. They had moved to the old house two years ago when they won a huge lottery. George took an early retirement from his job after twenty years and never looked back. He considered himself lucky at forty-five and married to such a beautiful woman like Lisa. Lisa was only thirty-two and George met her straight out of college. She worked at the insurance company he was working at when they met. It was love at first sight and that was nine years ago. The old house ... Read More»

John was in Hawaii and he was bored. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place but his parents insisted on a family trip. The real reason they’d dragged him along, he suspected, was a fear that he’d have a few parties at the house while they were gone and his college buddies would bust the place up. OK, maybe they were right about his party plans, John thought, but he probably could have kept things under control, maybe. Instead of rocking out with some fine wine, weed and women he was stuck here in freaking hula world having to go on stupid tours, all day every day. Their tour guide, Lani, was a cute little piece, to be sure. She had a pretty brown face with kind of slanted brown eyes, long straight black hair and a nice set of tits on her rounded body. She ... Read More»

The phone rang at the security desk. Bill put down his newspaper and looked at the clock. It was 8:10; everyone should have been gone by now. He picked up a pencil to log the call, then answered the phone. "Security desk, Bill speaking." "Hi Bill." The woman's voice was soft and smooth. "It's Jayde. I'm hoping that you can help me." "I'll do what I can, ma'am. What seems to be the trouble?" "Ah, well, no trouble, so to speak. But, um, I was hoping that you could come in the conference room. My friend Mae said that you were very, uh, creative, in helping her the other night after everyone had left." Bill put down his pencil; his cock began to harden immediately. He couldn't forget Mae. She was a large ... Read More»

TELL ME A STORY: PART ONE Erica Fry thought long and hard before making up her mind to go inside. Nervously she waited for the receptionist to finish up with a middle aged lady who was then ushered away to what must have been the rear of the offices. УMay I help you?Ф the young red haired woman asked. УUh I hope so,Ф Erica mumbled, УI read your ad and wondered if maybe I couldЕЕЕЕФ УIf you could tell us your story?Ф the red head interjected. УYes,Ф Erica sighed thankfully, УthatТs it exactly.Ф УYou understand the nature of the stories weТre looking for?Ф the receptionist asked. УAhem, I think so,Ф Erica replied almost in a whisper. УWell, just to make sure, read this,Ф the red head replied while handing several sheets of type written pages to the obviously ... Read More»

Linda had just finished her shower. Tiny rivulets of water ran down her body from shoulders to ankles as she stepped out of the tub onto the light green bathmat. She pulled a fluffy white towel from the towel bar and took a quick glance at the clock on the wall by the door – it was 7:15 am. After she patted most of the water from her body, she put the towel in the hamper. There was enough time for her to get ready for work without rushing through her routine. She took a moment to admire her reflection in the large mirror on the wall. What she saw was an attractive Black woman, confident, sensual, and just downright beautiful. She took a moment to run her hands gently along the curves of her torso, and then picked up a bottle of body lotion from a narrow shelf ... Read More»

He was young, Rochelle thought. Younger than anyone she would go with. Tall with lean muscles, reddish blonde hair cut short and spiky. He drove a black Ford Mustang with a broad yellow racing stripe down the sides and from the rearview widow hung a graduation tassel bearing the year 2002. In her mind he was old enough to play, but too young to play with. But by the way he watched her, as she passed on her way to the apartment complex's pool party; his opinion greatly differed from hers. The pool party was in full swing. People were everywhere, laughing and dancing, having a good time. A few people were in swimsuits, but most were dress like her in shorts, sandals, and sleeveless tank top. Well not exactly like her. Her shorts were a little too short showing ... Read More»

Jill and I were invited to a wedding shower. The girl that the shower was for, was a girlfriend of ours and the party was being hosted by another girlfriend of ours. The ages of the fifteen or so guest ranged from nineteen to forty five.The host, Susan, age 32, got everyone's attention after the last guest had arrived by saying, "Please make yourselves comfortable girls. We will have the entertainment first and it should be here in the next five to ten minutes, then we can pig out and have Sherry open the gifts." We went about blabbing again until the buzzer rang. Our eyes went to the door as Susan opened it and in came to black guys, two white guys and a female caring a boom-box. Susan led the guys to a bedroom and returned to help the female set up her ... Read More»

"Yes....Yes....fuck me harder, harder." "Yes baby," David replied as he increased the savagery of his thrust. He held on to her hips that much tighter as he pounded her from behind with more force. He was coming and soon. "Oh God....yes!" "You're such a fucking slut. You love this cock don't you slut?" "Yes, yes. I love your cock. Ahhhh....." He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and pounded her like a jockhammer which soon had him exploding inside her as her pussy squeezed his dick. She screamed again. When he was finished, he pulled from her and went to lie back on the bed in the seedy hotel they'd been meeting for the last seven months. She layed beside him. "God I needed that." They were both trying to catch their breaths. David's ... Read More»

There is something about the love of two men. They hold you, even when they hold you at a distance, and you always know, if you have given them everything they've ever wanted, you will never have to worry about them leaving. I have two such men. Jay and Adam. My name is Mavis Ayilah Clifford. I'm considered an African-American woman, although my mother was from Grenada, and my father was born in the United States of Jamaican parents. If I were to describe myself physically, I'd have to say that I am medium height (about 5'5), medium brown-skinned (somewhere between sienna and the color of caramel). I have dark brown eyes with long dark lashes-- jealous women call them "cow eyes", lustful men call them "fuck me eyes". My hair is dark brown, and, if I wore it ... Read More»

****::::::::****:::::::::**** A week went by with Skyler not acting like her usual self. Her day consumed of waking up, showering, eating, school, sometimes work, home, eating, sleeping. She now felt like she was ready to talk. She called out for Lacey from her bedroom. Lacey walked in her bedroom carefully and sat on the edge of the bed. Skyler began to talk. "After my mom and dad divorced, he moved out and moved on with his life. My mom tried to do the same. She started dating again and whatnot. All kinds of men. I'm not calling my mom a slut or whore or anything like that. She went through a lot of men though. I think she was trying to fill the void since dad had left. Well, I remember I was about 11. She had a boyfriend named Lamont. Lamont ... Read More»

He sat on the first row of the bleachers watching her round the track. A thoroughbred with every fine muscle in her beautiful black body finely tuned, and ready for the State High school championships. The whole school new of Donna Jones, the first cousin of Marion Jones the incredible Olympic Athlete and Basketball star. Their resemblance was uncanny. Both women were 5'10" and 150 pounds of lithe ebony muscle, with a hypnotizing smile. As a journalist for the school newspaper, it was David Johnson's job to get a human interest story about their star female athlete. David had also made a name for himself, but it was in the academic arena, and not in the sports arena. He had always admired athletes, and female athletes in particular, and could not remove his ... Read More»

"Honey," my wife Cindy said, smiling, "did you have a good time last night?" Stretched out on the bed in the morning sun I recalled the events of the evening before. A vision of Cindy repeatedly fucked by five black NFL bulls rose before me. I remembered lying underneath my wife, my nose not an inch away from a meaty black prick shoved up her dripping vagina. "Yes, love. I had a wonderful time." "I thought you did, darling. I hope you didn't mind my leaving you for last." "You know I like to be teased. I was sure tense after all that waiting. It made for a glorious cum though." She laughed. "I knew it would. I've never seen you so prolific. You were spurting like Old Faithful!" She was ... Read More»

A singer, Rob couldn’t believe they’d picked a singer to co-star with him. Hell, his last picture had been nearly dragged down by a no-talent pretty girl, flavor-of-the-month blonde. The director had just barely saved the thing by pumping in more of Rob’s action work and leaving most of the romantic subplot on the cutting room floor. After that misery, he had to work with a black girl who’d never even acted in films before. Oh yeah, this was going to be lots of fun! As he sat in his trailer watching a few of Ramona’s music videos, Rob had to admit the kid was a looker. Her sleek brown body moved like jaguar. She had just enough breasts to draw a man’s attention, they rode firm and high on a well toned body. Her shapely, dancer’s legs led to a nice round, ... Read More»

College Life Perry and I went off to our separate colleges, him to Indiana University, and me to a small private college in Virginia. We called each other every week, which dropped off to once a month, and then only occasionally. After a while, we only spoke to each other during semester breaks, which was rare, because he was on a four semester schedule and my school was on a tri-mester schedule. I didn't cling to him being "my first" as much as other girls seemed to do. Instead, I took advantage of being in a city rife with African-American men and dated frequently-- all the while keeping my grade point average at 3.8. My first real boyfriend at college was Marcus Johnson. Marcus was a basketball player, tall and muscular, with languid, dark brown eyes ... Read More»