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My name s Ben and here s my story.

I had known Harry since freshman year in college and while I knew he was gay he never made a pass at me. I m still not sure how I feel about that. I think I m a good-looking guy: six feet 205 brown curly hair and blue eyes. I ve always pulled my share of chicks and have never had any problem with finding a date. But there was something about Harry that captivated me. Maybe it was his easy manner or his athletic prowess that caught me. Whatever it was I was hooked. I tried to spend as much time as I could with him without drawing undue attention. I had classes and other pursuits but around dinner time I always ended up in his room hoisting a beer while he showered.

Today he had called before I headed out to my Stagecraft class (more…)

Carrie rushed back from her room and couldn t believe she had been with Jake. She had gotten her ultimate fantasy. With his fresh cum still dripping from her wet pussy she laid across her bed still in awe.

Her fingers draped across her pussy she could feel his cum dripping out of her. This made her horny all over again. She rubbed her shaved pussy making her clit hard once again her nipples were hard through the black satin gown. Her copper red hair lay on her shoulders and down her chest as she lay on the bed.

She dipped her fingers deep within her hot cavern and pulled them out then tasted the liquid left by Jake. Damn he tasted so good! Carrie s fingers went to work on her clit rubbing back and fourth harder and harder as she tried to cum like she had with Jake. She slipped over the edge and ecstasy was hers but once again it was not like it was under Jake s fingers tongue and certainly not like it was with his thick cock buried deep within her.

She remembered the feel of his cock in her mouth the feel of the rim of his head under her tongue. The thought of flicking her tongue over his head over and over drove her crazy. Then taking him deep the hard throbbing shaft in her throat this made her wet all over again. She thought (more…)

I use the word bitch to describe my wife s overall personality and not as an adjective to suggest the occasional mood that she exhibits around the house. Oh she knows that she is a bitch and is most proud of that title.

My wife pretty much rules the household and finds it quite delightful to make me squirm should I show the slightest bit of discomfort in her presence. If I look guilty then I must have done something wrong or I am up to something she is fond of saying. I mostly stay out of her way…especially when she has that certain look in her eye. You know the one when they raise their eyebrow as if to see if they can draw some undisclosed secret that we may keep locked away in the recesses of our brain. It s not unlike a cat playing with a mouse before they consume their tortured prey.

About the only time that I feel as an equal is in the bedroom. When I m allowed to engage in sex.

My wife is a very attractive woman with brownish gold hair and piercing green eyes that can hold a man in a trance. Her body is just as beautiful. She is a slender woman of 5 5 and has perfectly round natural breasts that often seem bent on escaping her 36 C cup. Her bubble gum colored nipples are the perfect (more…)

There are a few things you should know first:

A) He was sensual and creative. I think you can be sensual without being creative but I don t think you can be creative without being sensual. Fortunately for me he was both.

B) He was my intellectual equal something I had not experienced in a long time. I was able to talk to him without explaining myself without clarification of what I meant. It was exciting and challenging.

C) He was older and worldlier. He wasn t a frat boy. He did not have a frat boy mentality. He was interested in me as a person. He saw my large breasts but they were not always his first concern.

D) He knew – and appreciated – that sex starts in the mind. He knew that foreplay is not just kissing and tweaking nipples. Foreplay starts with soft words and stimulating conversations. He was the Master of these things. Before he ever touched my body he made love to my mind.

E) He was worthy of me. I do not say that to sound arrogant or vain. The fact is that I gave up nothing to be with him. I didn t have to explain my jokes he always understood them. I did not have to police my thoughts or actions or speech he was always interested in what I had to say no matter how trivial. (more…)

My wife of five years never fails to surprise me. She is by far the best partner that I could ever hope for. That is both in and out of bed. She is as a great friend and a fantastic lover. Did I mention that she never fails to surprise me? Well this was one of those times.

I had just finished a shower and wandered into the bedroom to find her standing in front of the window with her back to me. Her delicate white panties were pulled down to her knees and she was leaning forward slightly her hands caressing her gorgeous tits. She turned her head over her shoulder and smiled at my momentary shock.

I recovered my senses and watched as her hands gently slid over her body. She was sighing and cooing at the sensation of the soft contact. She cupped her breasts and rubbed her pebble-sized nipples. One hand slipped down her tummy and stroked her glistening pussy. I love her pussy. It is so soft and warm I love the smell the taste and the feel of its hidden depths.

I dropped my towel and quietly walked up behind her. I fought the urge to throw her down and take her then and there. I lightly ran my fingers over her shoulders and down her spine. She shuddered and her nipples grew even harder. I let my hands wander over her smooth flesh. (more…)

As I recall it was 7 years ago almost to the day that I was first initiated into the world of anal sex. Let s just say it was an eye opening experience and is now one of one of my biggest obsessions. I guess in order to explain it I should go back a little bit further in time back when I was younger and more innocent shall we say. When I was around 21 I can remember a boyfriend asking me to masturbate for him and I was so embarrassed that I just wouldn t do it who knows maybe I just wasn t comfortable with it then and well look at me know.

I knew from the first moment I saw him that I wanted to feel him inside me but I never would have guessed at that time that I would eventually crave him deep in my ass. I used to follow him around a little watching creaming my panties and then when I was home alone I would franticly finger my sopping pussy while I fantasized about him fucking me and licking my clit. Eventually I had my chance and one drunken night I jumped all over him and can still remember how wet my pussy was waiting for him to touch it. I was impressed that he went right for the gold and stayed clear of my small breasts and his fingers were good but I wanted so much more. So basically we quickly got down to business fucked for a while which was (more…)

You do remember our anniversary is next week don t you? Amy asked.

Of course I do honey I replied trying to keep from raising my voice which would let her know for sure I was lying.

Well have you got me anything yet?

You know I can t tell you that.

Why not? she said putting her arm around me and stroking my love handle.

Because of that I said. You won t stop at anything to find out what I m getting you.

Well just in case you haven t gotten me anything yet I wanted to ask for something special. She said fluttering her eyelashes at me. Do I still have time to make special requests?

Yes I said dubiously wondering if this was a new ploy or if she honestly wanted something special. You could never tell. What do you want?

She didn t say anything but actually blushed. I hadn t seen her blush in years.

Well? I asked.

Come here she said wiggling her finger at me. Closer. I can t say it but I ll whisper it in your ear.
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Sometimes I just got to get myself some solace. A respite from life s problems you know? I was walking around the fields being an unemployed farmer whose farm got taken in by some big industrial complex. Just a tall heavyset Black man living in rural Georgia circa 1970. My name is Jack Bradford. I was once a student at the University of Georgia. I played college Football and had dreams of making it into the NFL. My career ended shortly before the NFL Draft. I got injured by some renegade cop dodging his former acolytes in a firefight. What are the odds of that huh?

When my dreams of playing Professional Football ended I returned to the farm where I was born. No shame in being a farmer. I didn t love it and I didn t hate it. It was just a job. A way to make ends meet. Until it got taken away from me. It s times like these which can make a man hate the world. Abraham Stonewall is the name. A native Georgian trying to survive harsh times. I worked on the farm my whole life. Then someday they came and took it away. I hate rich people. They think they own the world. The man who bought the farm was Arnold Harrelson a rich white man from Atlanta. I ended up getting my revenge on him. In more ways than one.

I showed up at his house one night to (more…)