I was posted about 25 miles north of Saigon and served in the US Army during the later part of the War. I had to go to Saigon for a promotion board and do some paper work for my insurance. My little detachment had no admin support so the higher headquarters did all that stuff. Being more than a little in need of a haircut and a shave, I was directed straight to the local barbershop set up in one corner of the compound. The first sergeant told me to get the full treatment from the girls and charge it to his account. I walked into the small room and got immediate attention from two lithe little bodied Vietnamese women. They said their names were Sally and Kim. It was uncommon for ladies who worked in a service business to take names that they thought would be ... Read More»

So there I was, waiting in front of Starbucks in Plaza Indonesia for my friend. We wanted to meet there to watch some movies and talk, but she was still stuck in the traffic. It was my first time meeting her and while I was waiting there and sending her SMS after SMS to know where she is, I didn’t really pay attention to the pedestrians. Everytime someone walked by really close, I thought it might be her and looked up. One time while I was doing that, I saw this girl, walking with her friend. She smiled at me and I smiled back, but wasn’t really thinking too much, as I was getting pissed to wait for my friend. After a brief moment, I realized that the girl stopped walking and still smiled at me and I thought that she might smile for more than just being ... Read More»

At my husband's urging I have written an account of our first cuckolding experience. My husband Hugh likes to read such stories on the internet, and I have read a few myself. First I will tell you about us. We married when I was 21 and Hugh was 32. He had been married previously, and had two children who lived with their mother and stepfather. I always wanted children, but Hugh wanted to wait a couple years, so the only form of birth control we ever used was avoidance of sex on the days around my ovulation time. After a year or so we began to seriously try for a pregnancy. After over a year with no success I had a complete pelvic exam, but the doctor could find no problems. My husband had already fathered two children, but he had his sperm examined. He was ... Read More»

Miranda sat staring out the window of "Le Bistro" waiting patiently for Taylor to arrive. The two hadn't seen each other in a few months and now that Taylor had come back to Korea the two had planned a reunion lunch at a cute little French restaurant. A waitress walked over and shyly asked if Miranda would like a drink to start off with. Miranda smiled politely and asked for a water before turning her attention back to the shoppers outside. Finally Taylor appeared looking frazzled as she opened the door and looked around for Miranda. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! Our new bed was being delivered today and they were late and..." "And you and Jung-su had to break it in!" Miranda said with a knowing smile. Taylor laughed and gave Miranda a hug. "It's great ... Read More»

"Corn fed." That's what they had called her. Like the heifers Mr. McDermitt raised back home. Emma shook her head. She knew she wasn't ultra sleek like the models in the magazines and on the T V, but Lester had told her that wouldn't matter. Lester had said the agency would like her big titties, her full, round ass. 'Course, Lester said all sorts of nice things when he wanted her to suck his dick. Emma smiled to herself. What Lester didn't know was that he didn't need to say those nice things. She would have sucked him anyway. She liked it. Her mind replayed the countless times she had gone to her knees inside the old Sunoco gas station where Lester worked. She saw again his veiny shaft, the shiny head, wet with her saliva. She could almost taste his ... Read More»

Dustin ran back inside Ortlieb's to grab his guitar and told his stage manager he'd see him later on. The set was a jam session so he wouldn't be missed. There were several in the audience dying to take Dustin's position for that evening. He explained that he had a dire emergency that needed his immediate attention. He did not mention that what was at attention was his thick seven and a half inch penis that was already leaking pre cum. He adjusted his fly as he walked back outside to Bria. She was waiting in her car; smoking the last of a joint she had been smoking earlier in the day. She was such a pothead. Dustin tapped on the window and startled her. "You gonna share some of that?" he asked jokingly. Startled, she rolled down the window and ... Read More»

Mark walked through the madness of Bourbon Street Saturday night sober. He’d been trying for a week to get an interview with Queen Etonne for his New Orleans voodoo piece. Tonight his phone had rung, her rich Creole voice asked him to arrive at her shop at 11:30PM. Her shop was a local tourist trap. Though it had her name in the window, she was rarely seen there. When she was seen, she was remembered. She was a tall black woman with chiseled features and a slinky body. Most people took her to be in her thirties though dark rumors hinted she was much older. When he finally made his way through the loud, swaying and swerving crowd to the shop, he noticed it was closed. He rang the bell on the door, moments later he heard the lock unclick. Leaving the madness of ... Read More»

A-DICK-TION УMother, IТm so embarrassed!Ф Heather whined. УCanТt we please just go home?Ф УI promise to be a good girl, really I do!Ф УIТm sorry, dear,Ф Beth Peters replied gently, Уbut IТm afraid that weТre way past the point of no return.Ф Heather sat glumly in one of the three leather easy chairs that formed an arc around the front of the desk of Nancy Rogers, who was the headmistress of The Private School For Wayward Girls. The sullen eighteen year old and her mother sat silently while waiting for Mz. Rogers to make an appearance. Heather glanced at the clock on the wall and offered hopefully, УMaybe she forgot about our appointment, mom!Ф УI donТt think so, dear, her secretary said that sheТd be in shortly.Ф Again the two women fell silent until the door ... Read More»

My name is Nidhi. I am a Indian woman but now settled in USA. Like many women, I'm bored with my marriage Don't get me wrong, my husband is a wonderful man and I still consider myself very much in love with him. But like most men, he's under a lot of stress to perform at work, and that, with a lot of travel, has taken its toll on our sex life. Even before the job became so stressful, we weren't what you would call adventuresome in bed. The other morning I was looking at myself in the mirror and thought, hell I'm still a good-looking woman at thirty. My body, which measures 38-25-33, is still firm and smooth, and with my short hair, I look more like twenty-two. I knew I could still attract men, because I've noticed the lust in men's eyes when I've walked into ... Read More»

Kyla felt a rush of relief as the plane touched down on the tarmac. Even after several years of taking flights between her parents' homes on opposite sides of the U.S., she still had not gotten over her fear of flying. Fortunately, this stop would be her last for at least the next six months as she prepared for her new position as a claims adjuster. In just three short days, she would begin a ten week training to prepare her for inspecting insurance claims for home that had been damaged by natural disasters. Thanks to her uncle and his job as a manager with the company, she had been considered for an interview and ultimately gotten the position. Her goal was to work with her father's land development firm based in Los Angeles, but she still needed to work ... Read More»

Gently I kissed Wajiha Fahim on the lips as we stood inside the quiet, secluded park in Vanier, Ontario. I've wanted to do this for so long, I told her breathlessly. Wajiha smiled and kissed me back, hugging me fiercely. There we were, just a couple of young people in love, hanging out in a park at night. It was raining quite a bit, kind of unusual for the Capital region of Canada in late June but hey, global warming is causing temperatures around the world to be bipolar. I could care less about the weather when I'm around my beloved. Hand in hand we made our way to my apartment on Donnelly street, giggling like a pair of clowns. My name is Ali Abdullah, and I'm madly in love with this young woman. Wajiha is the one for me. I've known this since the first time ... Read More»

When the knock vibrated through her apartment she sat up and tried to stop the room from spinning. She slid her glasses on and wrapped herself in her robe and answered the door, disorientation made her forget to even look through the peephole. "Didn't think you were going to answer when you saw who it was," Pete said stepping through the threshold and then standing awkwardly in front of her. Madison sighed and shut the door, her insides seized in his presence and she shook her head at him. "Had I looked through the peephole I guarantee you wouldn't have gotten inside. What are you doing here?" "Last night, things didn't go as planned," he began. He walked past her and took a seat on the edge of her couch. "I'm sure ... Read More»

* It had been a few weeks since Nynia had left him yet if felt like years. He was just a soulless body at work and when he was home he just took up space. He was sitting on the couch in the living room with a bottle of whiskey in his hands. He leaned his head back and took a big swallow, but there was no burn on the way down. Hell he didn't even get release from the simplest things. It seemed that everyone and everything was out to get him after he screwed up with Nynia. Damn he wished she hadn't found out that way that his past was dirty and gritty. There was a faint knock on the door. "Go away no one's home." Nick closed his eyes and groaned as the knocking continued. He wobbled to the door and opened it wide only to receive a slap across his face. ... Read More»

Brian Doyle walked into the bank at 11:15. He saw that the tellers were busy, but the cute young black girl at the customer service desk looked bored. He sat in front of her, smiled, and said, "I'd like to transfer some money between accounts." She looked up and smiled back at him; her nameplate said Saundra Jones. "I can help you with that, sir." Her smile exposed perfectly white and even teeth contrasted against her thick shapely lips that were coated in a subdued maroon lipstick. He placed his account card on the desk and slid it to her. Brian studied her as she tapped away at the computer keyboard. A generous swath of eyeliner dramatized Saundra's jade green eyes and soft, thick lashes. She brushed her long, kinky hair away from her ... Read More»

His thick, wet lips left my own and he began to kiss my chin, my jaw and my neck. He didn’t even bother to take my bra off, he just tugged it down as he sank lower to suck in one, tiny, pink nipple. I caught my breath and bit my lip and struggled to free my arms from my clinging blouse and unsnap the bra so it too could fall away with my top and the skirt he now had pulled down into a tangled snare at my knees as his curly dark hair tickled my tummy above my panty line. I ground my ass into the wall of the hotel room and succumbed to the frightening fantasy that I was being eaten alive by some dark animal, in a strange hotel and that no one would ever find me or know what had become of me, not my sons or my husband, not even the blank pages of my journal ... Read More»